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media type="custom" key="6571549" Writing is. . . . By the 2010 Sioux City Iowa Writing Project Workshop Participants

Writing is like breathing. Without it, we die. Writing is like making love. Practice makes perfect. Writing is like throwing a pot from clay. Writing is like rock climbing uphill all the way.

Writing is like having a pet you love and nurture. In the end it can be frustrating or rewarding. Writing is like a babbling brook with a forceful flow or a light cascade of words easing from the pen. Writing is like a tornado. You never know when and where it will hit, what direction it will take, or what it will leave behind. Writing is learning about yourself.

Writing is like sex. At first, there is anxiety and excitement. Later, it becomes a pleasant habit. Writing is giving birth to ideas. Sometimes it slides into the world fully formed and perfect, filling the parents with joy. Sometimes it is a painful struggle that lives the writer totally drained. Writing is like holding a baby at bath time with dirty parts waving in your face, then a refreshing dip to clean things up, and finally polishing with lotion that softens the baby, but still leaves things slippery. Writing is like a baby you fuss over, worry about, coax, encourage, and trust only with those you trust.

Writing is like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget. Writing is like dancing. You may end up tripping the light fantastic. . . or just tripping. Writing is where certainty becomes uncertain. Writing is where the dry, hot sand of the writer's mind meets the cool waters of the heart.