I like writing. It makes me feel alive. My brain starts churning, ideas form, excitement mounts. Fingers fly over the keyboard. Time melts away like butter in a hot pan. I actually care for once - about the reader - and how the story would add value to his life. Would it make him think? Add to his knowledge base? Amuse him perhaps? And then there is the joy of looking for a picture to go along with the words. So many on the Net, and I keep my eyes peeled for the one that speaks to me, and it’s usually the first few that pops up. Sometimes I doubt anyone actually reads what I write. Then I realize that as long as I enjoy my own work, that is enough. The joy is in the creation.
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