I am so very glad that this work week is almost over. I’ve been feeling the need to write and since I was getting home so late every night and working through lunch, I just didn’t have the time to do it. When you have something that is so ingrained in you like a talent, gift, or calling, you feel empty when you aren’t able to use or practice it. I’ve been feeling that way lately. Writing is something that I have to do. It’s not really a choice. And while I would love to be that published bestselling author, that isn’t why I write. It’s not why anyone writes. We write to express ourselves, cleanse ourselves, to make others laugh, cry, or experience things that they never have before. And some writer’s, like Stephen King, just want to scare the shit out of people. I want to do a little bit of all of all those things. I generally write poetry to get my anger and depression out but writing Rapture is about total and complete creation. It feeds my soul and makes me feel special for lack of a better word. And this weekend, before my sleep study tomorrow night and after I get home Sunday morning, I am going to feel special. Now, I’m going to go feel special by getting out of here and then filling up my car on the way home.
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