What would you do if you stopped writing?
What would you do if you couldn’t physically throw down those wonderful words on a page?
Would it scare you? Has it happened to you? What did you do to overcome having nothing to say?
It’s been over two years since I wrote in my blog and I don’t know why that happened, but it did. I find myself, all the time wanting and craving for a reason to write, but I never could. My words failed me. So here I am again, stumbling upon WordPress in the App Store, gingerly entering my details, only to find my words, again.
I read over the words I wrote, so eager, so carefully assembled, but without any thought or care as to how they would look or feel. Just putting them out there into the world to see what would happen. Oh! The blissful excitement words can bring!!
Do you know this feeling? Tell me about yours. Think back to the time you thought about how your words really made you feel….?
Could you be brave enough after you stopped writing, to just pick up your pen again and write from your soul?
I think sometimes there is a misconception out there that if you bare too much within your writing and nobody really likes it, then your doomed from the start. I think this is what makes people so afraid to write. But this is all I’ve ever really known; my books, my own mind, my imagination. They say no one is ever really alone, but I only think that’s possible if you don’t have an imagination or you don’t have a book in your hand.