Reclaiming my Time

Yes. I was born with a pen in my hand and books were my first friends. That should be evidence beyond reasonable doubt these boots were made for writing. And, philosophically speaking, the joy is in the writing. It exists, and therefore I am.

But when I write, it feels like I am on stage, performing for you. I like to entertain people with words. I love the sound of the keys tapping under my fingers. I love the song and the rhythm, the notes and the beats. I hear you reading as I compose.

So no, I don’t just write for me. If the words aren’t getting across, from me to you, making you feel something, something is wrong on my end. Writing is an art. It needs to be shared.

“Let me entertain you…”

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