Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nineteen

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nineteen

Continuing on from a shield strong as stone, watch time stand still with me.

...where words come from

Here, as I type, you are close.
(you are just on the other side of my sentences).

You are watching my face
trying to figure out where words
come from.

You know that I only allow
the true words to come out
to define me,
the ones that have a heart
and smile with me, knowing I said it right.

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When ideas melt into words: Creative copywriting that inspires - freelance writer, poet, digital marketing

robin ellen lucas, a writer with a heart

Which words really matter? Creative to meticulous. The ones that, together in a phrase, have multiple meanings—double entendres—depending on how they are read.

I'm a freelance copywriter and a poet. I'm an online marketer and an editor. I'm a social media junkie and a web site blog developer. I'm a blogger and a journalist. I'm authentic, I'm a secret. At the heart of it all, I'm a writer.

At R.E.L. Copywriting words flow—creatively or not—and become marketing ad copy for businesses and individuals. Ideas come to me in seconds or in hours, on highways viewing nature or in a chair staring at a wall. 

Digital marketing endeavors need engaging content to keep viewers; they should be inquiring and investing.

Marketing campaigns, electronic newsletters, postcards and calendars all need inspiration through idiom and imagination. Blogs and social media need lively words to allow ads and stories to come alive.

word

\ˈwərd\  a single distinct conceptual unit of language, comprising inflected and variant forms.

It is through words that we can see to the soul of what we mean.

Contact me for your words. 

See my Behind the eyes of a writer™ series for previews to my upcoming book series.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part twelve

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part twelve

carve your way to that which makes you feel alive

Continuing on from i had no idea, part eleven in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, I never knew until then that I would thank you.

...a thought process

Is it a heart or mind that is captured when a story comes to live on the screen as if concocted as typed? A memory or imagery merges—paints itself across the screen as envisioned—with feelings and colors from a world that doesn’t quite exist, yet does.

And why is it that the light that shines now is any less real than the skin on my fingertips? The light illuminates what is normally dormant, overlooked, passé.

It’s as if the unspoken words say,

thank you for helping me in ways I never could have imagined. You brought me to life. Now alive with purpose, I create, evolve and make dreams come true.

I love to create you too. Wherever you are, close your eyes and pretend you are with me. Even if you are not, in some way you still are. It works. Seriously.

Can’t you carve out a better way for yourself than what you currently allow to drive you?

Yes, but I don’t know how.

Just do it in the same way you’d carve a stone to feel your way to me. I listen. So will they.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part ten

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part ten

memories of a heart

Continuing on from green and blue light, part nine in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, I hear you thinking.

...you are

Your tapestry speaks of histories, of memories, and of dreams once lived yet maybe not. You are a heart that I have won. Even my nervous and tender sentences do not put a dent in your undying craze over me.

Sand blows as mountains built over time, over years of wondering and knowing how we would be.

My silence is an intoxicting place of refuge—of rest—for us to swim in. Between us lies a journey of rivers and ripples that have yet to settle into their form.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nine

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nine

your green, your blue swirl together

Continuing on from and now, surrender, part eight of Behind the eyes of a writer™, I surrender now to you.

...green and blue light

You are green and blue light, swirling together. I hear you thinking. There is something about you I want to learn, grow into and hide in. I do already. You know.

You do it too. With me. You have come to cover me with belief. You cover yourself too with me.

Even though you are a landscape I have already walked through, you are new. There are many curves and ways about you I have yet to parse. I have yet to live the habits of you.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

i splash, you jump

Continuing on from when it's all wrong, part five in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, it's obvious to me that creative words come from the heart.

...i see now in your mind

The way you are looking at me now creates an incredible story in me. It goes on for days. Did you know the power of your eyes? The power of us—as my eyes connect with yours, even from the distance, even in pixels that attempt to encapsulate skin and texture?

You are telling me that you would have done it; you would have immersed yourself too because I did. We would have been fools together, yet not, as we would have been truly happy in our moment made for us. It's ok, you whisper, as you wipe my makeup that smeared from my tears. We could not have planned it better if we tried.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

cotton in my brain, in my heartContinuing on from asleep but not forgotten, part three of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, as the wind blows, I know why I'm a writer.

...sometimes slienced

Sometimes the words don’t come—well only the ones that no one wants to hear. These are the times when I need them the most. It’s when I desperately wish I could write a wonderful book just for me to read, so that I will believe that it’s possible to touch another being in this moment.

Now, words frozen inside me, stuck in oblivion, I am clogged and cold. Without the waterfall of thoughts de-corking my heart, I am like stone.

The thoughts are in my heart. My heart is broken. My love has been squashed on and made to feel worthless. All of my feelings—made best into soulful words—have nowhere safe to be.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

if you think i'm asleep, think again...

Continuing on from when reader meets writer in part two of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, write with me as if I'm writing you, as if I hear only your voice.

...asleep but not forgotten

As the wind blows, I know why I’m a writer. Because life is in balance; like a seesaw, it tips. I see through a lens that looks for what’s interspersed as opposites—each sting has a petal. I can hear what you see when I am grateful to be alive.

Behind the eyes of a thinker, who disappoints, not. The thought of a dream behind a barrier cannot exist until you see it.

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