I love to write. You can't really tell that I enjoy the writing process by my five month hiatus from this blog. As much as I delight in creating a story, I cringe at the painful process of exposing those same words for someone else to read, see, judge, correct, disapprove of my writing ability , etc. What it really comes down to is the fact that I need to write. I feel all bottled up inside when I haven't written down the stories that continue to float around in my head. Sometimes my stories are of personal experience that speaks of a lesson to be shared and other times my stories are completely made up, celebrating a well exercised imagination.
Writing and reading is an honest relationship of delight -- complete with ups and downs, frustration and exaltation. I want to remember the reader that I was as a young girl that immersed herself in the story. Those motives are pure and uncomplicated. I want to write for the same pure and uncomplicated reasons -- out of love for the craft and the enjoyment of the creation. Fear be damned!
It's a new day and today -- I write. We really need to do what we love or we are less than ourselves.