Never Judge a Book
By Jacqueline Cioffa
Here’s the thing about writing.
When someone risks pencil to paper and is fortunate enough to convey an emotion about the unique way they view the world well that’s art, magic and creative expression.
I am not a brand.
God, I hate that word.
Although, I have been.
Modeling, acting and all the various exhausting pretend faces I’ve worn just to fit in.
I have gifted away most of my words and that is life as it should be. The day I become calculated, contrived, or worried about how many books I’ve sold, or how filthy rich I am, or if the comma is misplaced, or if you like and hate the person more than the page will be the day the words no longer belong to me.
Funny, I was a rich model once and that means very little if next to nothing today.
Except for a whole bunch of potential storytelling catalogued in the brain.
Write because you love it, you can’t breathe without it, and because the words don’t require a two-way mirror.
Only contemplation, beautiful sunshine redemption, and bounce back reflection.
Never, ever judge a book by its cover.
Crack the spine and see for yourself.
I am writing
For the love of possibility behind the broken glass.