Writing…anywhere, anytime, anyplace…
We all take pride in having interests, hobbies and passions. Further to that, we enjoy feeling like we’re good at something. Writing does this for me. (Easy in the comment section, please)
Writing has lurked in my blood and traveled through my bones year after year, but I had no time for it. Ooh, I dabbled in this and dipped into that. I took my fair share of writing courses and participated in an assortment of online classes, but actual writing? Meh. It’s easy to find distractions from the nitty gritty…get your hands dirty…prove you can write business.
I was busy working, dating, getting married, being pregnant, raising kids, cleaning, cooking, going for coffee, washing my hair…you name it.
But, writing lingered. Well, actually it poked, prodded, pressured and pushed me. Everywhere I went, everything I did, writing was there, strategically changing life’s events into type on a page and punctuating dialogue dangling in my mind.
I could blame myself. Say I didn’t put in the effort. Rake myself over the coals. But really, we both knew, writing and me, that it wasn’t my time. I wasn’t ready.
What do I love most about writing? It waited.