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Is Inspiration a Tool or a Crutch?

Inspiration is what gives passion to story. No, it is what births a story worth writing. It's the idea, the concept behind the words. It's what breathes life into our words so that what we write aren't mere words slopped onto a page, but something that will leave the reader feeling like they read magic. 

But inspiration doesn't write stories. 

People do.
Or to be more accurate, fingers and dead brains trying to grasp at fizzling inspiration that won't stay long enough to be translated into words.

Inspiration, that loved but hated the thing that mysteriously fuels every plot bunny and big idea.

Inspiration, that thing that laughs and says, "You may have me only if you give me all your blood and tears."

But how many of us are willing to make the trade? And is the trade even worth making?

And here we come to my questions: Is inspiration a tool or a crutch? 

Must we be inspired to write? Is inspiration even necessary? 

Of course, that initial inspiration is nec…
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It's So Classic

I should have done this tag weeks ago since I'm part of the team at Rebellious Writing and all.
But who has time for tags in the Summer?
Especially when you're busy hiring someone to help with your cleaning, finishing up your fourth (and best) novel, and getting ready to travel to Germany?

Yeah, I think my excuses are quite good ;)
At least I didn't say that the dog ate my laptop ;p

/RULES/ 1. Link your post to Rebellious Writing 2. Answer the questions  3. Tag at least 5 bloggers. 

What is one classic that hasn’t been made into a movie yet, but really needs to? 
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But if I had to choose, I'd really love to see a movie of "Hard Times" by Charles Dickens. Hold that. I really want the "Emily of Newmoon" book by L. M. Montgomery…

HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT: Gone To Another Land Of New Words

By the time you read this post, I'll have been in Germany two days or so, I think (Germany is like eight hours ahead from where I live, so I'm not sure exactly what day it'll be that this will post). 
I've always been obsessed with Germany. I think? 
But I can't really tell you why. 
I've always loved Germanic stories and fairytales. I've loved reading German history ... anabaptist history, early church history, world war history, and so much more. 
When I was thirteen-sixteen we lived with the Amish, and I read a lot of German stuff during that time and really fell in love with the High German. 
Also, my grandma has some German in her lineage. And I'm a lot like her ... helpfully blunt, hardworking, crazy sense of humor, and in-your-face opinionated. I'm not afraid to take charge or speak or ... anything. In fact, if something scares me, I have to do it (if it's reasonable. Like, I'm not going to jump off any cliff to defeat fear).