I was very surprised by the reaction to last night’s posts. Thank you all for your encouraging words. I love reading your posts and having you come to read mine. I do hope that we can continue to visit each other and get to know each other better. Blogging has been and continues to be a very uplifting experience for me, as I’m sure it is for you.
I wrote an article for a newspaper, today, and before I sat down to write, I considered some of the things that I’ve experienced over the years. When I asked for my good hubby-buddy’s help in deciding what to write about, his input was even more intriguing and I suddenly remembered why I love to write.
When I write, even if I happen to be writing fiction, I manage to re-live the experiences from my past. You want volcanoes? You’ve got it! Earthquakes? Been there. Blizzards? I can’t tell you how many I’ve lived through. How about Hurricanes? I can tell you precisely what it feels like to live through an horrific hurricane ’cause I think I’ve experienced every level.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that writing, for me, is like living the adventures. Again, if I must, but living them, nonetheless. On the other hand, I also have a tendency to create some of my own adventures, so it stands to reason that I was given the heart to love writing. ‘Else, how in the world would I live all my made-up adventures, withing breaking, maiming or destroying every part of me that I own?
Yup! I really love writing; even more, now that I realize how much pain it saves me. Ungh! Can you just imagine?!?
Until the next time, keep a hug on.