Sometimes in life your choices are rather limited. You do some things, not because you want to, but because you have to do them to survive.
I’m not talking about paying the bills, making ends meet, or any of that drivel.
I’m talking about what feeds the soul…keeps you going when nothing else does.
For writers, writing is like breathing. You stop writing and you die. Maybe writing is even a substitute for breathing.
I have tackled lots of projects in the last several months from articles to novel chapters. It’s been a wild adventure.
And I’m still writing…I’m still breathing.