Monday, June 17, 2013

This is my confession.

Somehow, I find myself writing another book.

I swear I don't know how it happened. One day I sat down, opened a word document intending to copy down some test questions for a client, and before I knew what happened I had written over 10,000 words.

I didn't delete the words, although I was tempted. I've closed the file a few times and told myself to just be smart and walk away, but I can't. I am drawn to these characters. I want to tell the story. To be perfectly honest? It feels good to write.

I haven't felt this way for a very long time. At one point I told myself that even if I never wrote another word, I would be okay. I think I even believed that.

It's not true. I would not be okay. Writing is like breathing to me.

Even if nothing ever comes of this, that's okay.


I just needed to write again.


7 comments:

Dad said...

Then you should write! You and I both know you are good at it. Totally unbiased :-)

lynn said...

I loved your last book and I'm looking forward to reading this one!

Dawn said...

:) I am glad to hear it.

Dawn said...

:) I am glad to hear it.

Anonymous said...

Then get to it and do not allow any guilty feelings to intrude. It is part of who you are:)

dspence said...

Glad to hear you're writing. Can't wait!

Reb said...

You gotta be who you really are...and you are a writer.
B