Writing is a salve for me; therapy. It has been more beneficial than I ever imagined. For me, my “writing life”, I guess you could call it, took a major turn for the positive in May of last year. In May, I challenged myself to post something every day for a month. I think I missed a couple of days, maybe 3. I don’t remember. What I wrote mostly, was absolute crap.
I would come to the keyboard because I had promised myself that I would. Not because I had any real spark or desire to do so. Some days I would sit there and just stare at the screen, hoping for inspiration. Sometimes it came, most often, it didn’t.
But, I kept at it; and at the end of that 30 days, I was hooked.
Now I itch to get to the keyboard. I crave it, need it. It has become very important to me. Some days, it’s one of the reasons I’m excited to get out of bed and start my day! Writing has given my life purpose that it never had before.
I’m a Writer. It’s what I do.
So, here I sit, scratching that itch. Thanks for reading! 🙂
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