It’s amazing how little we realize that verbalizing ideas and creative desires enables us to better understand the direction we really want to go in. I have fluctuated over that past 8 months about where to go with my writing. I’ve felt at times like the well was dry.
I’ve spilled a lifetime of life experience onto the page not only to heal but to help. When the understanding crept into my pen, my fingers upon the keyboard, that my journey of shedding a difficult life had come to an end, I was terrified.
What was I supposed to fill the page with now?
The answer is coming to me in snippets, but the big picture isn’t far away.