It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to write anything that wasn’t work related in some way. This happens, work takes over and I set aside all the enjoyable things I do so I can make ends meet. I forgo the few hours of daily writing for a few long hours of work and then the days pass into weeks, then on to months. Suddenly, my stories are just whispers of legend, long forgotten in my mind, but bits and pieces surface as a reminder that those words long to be on paper and the legends cry to be reborn.
Today, I set aside time, juggled my schedule and sat before the keyboard. Words flow into sentences, sentences form paragraphs, and paragraphs fill a page, then two and three. I miss this time where I live in the life of characters spawned for imagination, my imagination.
For the first time in a long while, I am not handing myself the above card. It feels good.
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