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So much to say

Sometimes I have so much to say.  I want to do it all, tell it all, and write it all!  My intentions as a writer are evolving always and I feel this surge of creativity for it lately.  Maybe it's the longer days in summertime allowing to get more than ever done in a given day.  Maybe it's the meditation I've been practicing a little more than last week.  Or it could be the Orange County public school message signs out front of them, all with the same exact summer message: "Rest.  Read.  Relax.  Enjoy your summer."  I freaking love this message.

I'm working on a project now that has me giggling with excitement and I just have to see it through and bring to life.  Half the battle is showing up and when you're a writer that's most certainly true, plus add in getting a paragraph down.  A simple paragraph, really?  Oh yes; when you're overflowing with enthusiasm and inspiration yet you're met with a case of ol'blank screen, that simple paragraph restores every solution to every doubt you felt in getting there.

As Stephen King said, “If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.” 

I'm working on this actively and am proud to say I've read 3 fiction books in the last month and continuously add to my 'must have next' list.  It's not in a bad way that I mean when I say I am forcing myself to read more for leisure, because there are are fewer things more glorious than getting lost in a good book, but rather I am making time for it and sticking to it even when 10 other things could have my attention.


Amazing tips from article on honing your writing skills


I've wanted to be a writer since I was nine years old and it's funny because if I was asked right now "what do you want to be when you grow up" I still say that.  Even funnier is I'm well grown up and I am it.  It is me.  I'm a paid, professional, published writer.  The fact I still say this is who I want to be and have enthusiasm for it, and it is in fact what I do, I call a win.



"I wanted to be a writer, I made myself a writer." -Carrie Bradshaw

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