I don’t know what I want to write or what I need to write this morning. I think of my words getting lost in the vast sea of a life time of journaling. How I’ve written so many words and words and words, wrapping up my feelings and thoughts in cocoons of black and white …
On being a writer
i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer …
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