Photo via Visual Hunt. Used with permission. Someone asked me recently, knowing that I was a writer and knowing I wrote mostly non-fiction and knowing that I often wrote about difficult things, whether I wrote for healing. As in, was writing a cathartic way of lancing a few boils? I responded in the negative. And it got me thinking. Why do I write? Hell, why does anyone write? It’s not like I have a huge audience of a gazillion people champing at the bit to digest every word I write. It’s not for money, because I don’t earn a living from
Continue reading...One of the best things about NaNoWriMo and NaNoBloPoMo is that I am blogging again. I am posting something new just about every day. But blogging scares the pants off me. It’s scary to put your writing out there on such an immediate (on so many levels) and global platform. Here’s why: What if I can’t find anything to write about? I am always worried – needlessly it seems – that I’ll run out of things to say. I have readers and subscribers who expect me to write. And I expect me to write. What if I wake up one
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