All my life I have considered myself a reader not a writer. That all change the day I read my first H. P. Mallory book. Now I have immersed myself in the world of writing and seriously, needed to have my head examined. What was I thinking? No really, I have no idea! I avoided writing at all cost for most of my life...so why now? I ask myself.
Have you ever ran a mile, raised Sea Monkeys or programmed your DVR just to prove you could do it? I live my whole life by this concept. Not should I do it? Like the voice of reason looking for a way to prove self worth or purpose...But can I do it? Which is more of a personal challenge, void of any legitimate reason other than self-satisfaction.
I have challenged myself to write and in 4 1/2 weeks, I have written 30,000 words. Bringing me one-step closer to self-gratification and to my amazement a better understanding of how a story lives in each of us. Some nonfiction, some fiction and others complete fantasy. But only a few of us choose to put it in writing.