Origins of a Writer

Let’s face facts. I’m a writer. I like to write words. I enjoy using words to form sentences. Whether or not these sentences make sense, is subjective. What I enjoy about word hashing, is the ability to create. And you do not even have to be a writer to own the ability to create!

For instance.

My children and partner use three words daily to induce fear in yours truly:  WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

I assure you, no three words strung together on Earth have ever made me cringe as much. Now, by themselves, the words are inconspicuous. But together, they form a powerful message used to induce fear in all mothers and Cinderella.

And there you have it! The ability to create!

I have been asked by friends and family many times – and by many times, I mean no less than 2 – about how and why I decided to become a writer. Friends, let me assure you, I did not “decide” to become anything. Writing was and still is the first, best joy of my life. What to make for dinner is a decision. Writing is more a feeling, an urge to itch until you find release. An addiction you cannot rid yourself of.

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.” – Ernest Hemingway

Happy Sunday everyone!

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