And yet in the cool quiet of morning, sitting in my favorite
green recliner at the deck of our family beach place I hear another small
voice...not so small.
‘You ARE a real writer, you ARE still on a journey and
people DO wanna hear what you have to say.’
Yaaaa, I convince myself. I’m a writer if I say I’m a writer!
Published or not, read or unread, I
write…which makes me a writer!
Words hold meaning, stories hold life. I AM a
writer.
And yes, I’m still on a journey. It is not in an itinerary,
it does not involve cross country travel plans or exploring foreign lands. And
yet I’ve been reminded as I seek out adventure that it has a mind of its
own. It doesn’t sit around and wait to
be found, it’ll pack a bag and come find ya itself. Adventure sneaks up on ya
that way; you weren’t lookin for it, you may not even want it and yet there you
find it, waitin on your front porch. I am growing, learning, struggling, moving,
EVERYDAY, its life and it most certainly IS a journey.
And YES, people do want to hear what I have to say. Well,
when I say people I’m actually thinking of a particular person. My uncle Gregg.
EVERY TIME I see him he asks when I will be posting again and if I won’t be then
can I just send him stories via e-mail. Not only am I absolutely flattered that
someone likes my stories, but I’m spurred on and encouraged to keep at it. So
screw it, even if my uncle is the only person who reads these words, heck, even
if NO ONE reads these words, I have to believe they hold significance and
weight even as they stand alone on a page.
The tension is over. I am a writer. I am on a journey. I
have lots to say.
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