"I have written because it fulfilled me. Maybe it paid off the mortgage on the house and got the kids through college, but those things were on the side-I did it for the buzz. I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for joy, you can do it forever. There have been times when for me the act of writing has been a little act of faith, a spit in the eye of despair....Writing is not life, but I think it can be a way back to life." -Stephen King, "On Writing"
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What started out as a means-to-an-end to regain my sanity after entering motherhood, quickly became a blood-in-my-veins necessity. Perhaps it was born out of the desperation to communicate my own desires and thoughts after spending too many days mindlessly responding to those of my children. It's equally likely that I just needed to be re-introduced to my potential after years of mental dormancy. But it feels bigger than that-more intentional. It feels as if I was always meant to do it. Writing. And however you've arrived here-at this blog-perhaps, you were meant to read it.
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