Was there a time you wanted to be a writer? 
John Vonhof recently interviewed me and asked me this question for his podcast. It got me to thinking, did I ever want to be a writer? I mean really want that?
Nope. Not really.
Sure, I wanted my book proposals to evolve into books, but did I ever stew over being a writer? Not at all. It’s just how God put me together.
I remember the very first thing I wrote. I was in Kindergarten. It was a poem about a fly…that flew by…and said hi.
Yeah, I was a prodigal.
Writing is something I do. It’s not something I’ve always thought about doing. It’s just how I’m wired. I don’t read books on writing or follow “writers” I want to be like. I’m more organic when it comes to my craft. I appreciate the gentle love of thoughts swirling on pages. I don’t take it too seriously.
Whenever we leave on vacation I bring my journal. On most mornings, it sits in my lap as I write my thoughts and prayers in ink on the pages.
Joy, anger, sadness, jealousy, any emotion I experience and for that matter, any experience I experience works its way out of my soul in words.
Whatever my emotion –words are a rope I hang on to and swing on. Words tether me to my past and are strong enough to tie me to my legacy.
I love words and I love people. The two go together pretty well.
Why do YOU write?
Do you dabble in words? Do you think in black and white, in synonyms and antonyms? Or, do you secretly wish to write your own book one day? If you need a little encouragement to sit down and write once more maybe you should listen in on my podcast this week, Writers & Authors on Fire.
You’ll be encouraged to write once again.
My heart overflows with a pleasing theme;
I address my verses to the king;
my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe. Psalm 45:1
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