I’m back. Yes, I’ve been bummed out . . . “suffering” from what I advise people not to let get to them (that was a mouthful, wasn’t it?). Unconstructive criticism and negative attitudes. Silly me. To think I’d almost allowed someone to influence me to stop writing. Silly me twofold.
I love writing. Not so much blogging anymore, to be honest. Maybe it’s the time factor (there ain’t a heckuva lot, as Rey might say). Maybe that it’s a struggle to often find fresh material. Maybe it’s just that I want a <bleeping> new crisp and clean one. . . . Maybe it’s just that I want to switch gears and begin editing on a regular basis.
But I digress. This is about loving what I/we do. It’s a passion. A need. A compulsion. I love writing for me as much as I love writing for others—in the hopes of providing entertainment and escapism. While it’s only me and the pretty private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency on the writing/blogging team right now, that doesn’t mean the team can’t grow (not that JJ, Rey, or Linda want that to happen). All in good time (that elusive continuous passage of time that often seems to take its own passage). All in good faith . . . hope . . . desire.
Doing what we love brings satisfaction, happiness, __________ (you fill in the blank). It goes without saying that we need to embrace that. If I didn’t have my writing, I can’t imagine what I’d do in its stead. Sit in the armchair and watch TV with glazed eyes? Stare out the window and wonder what I should be doing? Dust endlessly? I suppose there might be something worthwhile to take its place (once I figured it out) . . . but I lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve writing.
I could never give it up—for anyone. Don’t you, either. A cliché saying, yes, but so apropos: follow your heart (and don’t let anyone break it or you 😉).
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