This is just a little something I wrote in the midst of over thinking everything I’ve ever written in my entire life. A minor breakdown. Nothing to be alarmed about. I’m all better now. I wrote it down. I figured why not share it? You may have felt the same thing a time or two.

Writing is a solitary, scary, subtly overwhelming adventure that I wouldn’t trade for anything!

write on.

when you have something to say
and when you have no idea.

write on.
when you’re standing on top of the world arms raised high
and when your nose is face down in the stink and garbage of life.

write on.
when you’re running the race with patience
and when you are just running away.

write on.
when you are connecting in meaningful ways with those you love
and when you feel as if you are invisible, untouchable and unworthy.

write on.
when you are happy and when you are sad;
when you are inspired and when you are blank.

write on.
when you can’t wait to put sentences on paper
and when you can’t stand to look at another word.

write on.
when you think what you write is world-changing and when it’s not even close;
when you know you have a gift and when you’re sure you don’t.

write on.
for a writer to decide not to write is like a fish deciding not to swim.
fish die for lack of water. writers die for lack of writing.

write on.
it’s who you are. it’s what you do.
writers write.

write on.

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