There’s nothing that lifts me up more then scratching my pen across paper. And it’s even better when the words that spill from my fingers contribute to a current story.
Why I deny it baffles me. Why I deny myself the relief it brings me confuses me.
But I forced myself to focus. Forget all the nasty dark that surrounds me for just a couple of hours. And I felt wonderful.
I won’t deny what calls to my soul anymore. I won’t let the storms outside quiet the storm inside me.
I’m bringing my writing back. Watch out.
