Writers write. That's what my dad says (and I'm sure that somebody else, like Mark Twain, said it first).
I haven't written anything really worthwhile since I left my last job, and even then it was sidebars and marketing copy at the most. Funny thing is, I consider myself, deep down in my heart, to be a writer. Most of the time I spend my words on work e-mails, meeting minutes and style guides. It really is a shame. Maybe this will help me break open the shell and let the writer out. Without trying (too hard) to be cleverer than the next or to become the next Great American Author. I know that a writer is in here somewhere, under the mom, the data analyst, the daughter, the wife, the friend, the washerwoman, the choir member, et cetera. I think that I need to do this now more than ever. May this post be the first of many! Cheers!
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