I pounce on my keyboard and stroke the letters with fierce determination.
Seldom do I worry about the readers and their reactions. Besides, I don’t believe that anyone reads these posts except me.
This blog was created because, like many writers, I HAVE to write. It is a necessity. It’s as vital to me as breathing, eating.
And I don’t always write about the happy times. As a matter of fact, it’s the melancholy days that give me time to reflect and look inside myself.
When I’m content, I don’t think about me. I just live. But when I’m having one of those days…I go deep inside my soul and hide. I try to figure out what it is that I’m purposed for. What it is that I believe. Who am I trying to become.
I think about life. I think about death. I think about what really matters in this world. I think about what Heaven looks like, feels like, smells like.
I think about my momma and all the times I should have told her I love her, but didn’t. I think about my children and wonder if I’m giving them a good example of womanhood.
Then I come to my safe place and write.Pin It