I’ve loved to write since… well, I can’t remember a time I didn’t like to write. Even during periods of time when I didn’t have the time, or was just so down on myself that I figured “why bother,” the stories would run through my head as if I was typing them at a typewriter (without all the messy corrections).
Characters and places haunted me and I found myself lost in conversations as I tried to listen to what they wanted to tell me. As a teenager, it was typical for me to sit in class or at a party or even watching TV, but be visiting my fictional world in my mind. (Go figure I wasn’t valedictorian.)
But one day, it just stopped. I quit trying to remember my characters and their worlds, quit telling myself that one day I’d write out their adventures and read them when I’m old. I’d lost my first love. It just went away.
And I didn’t care.
I didn’t ask myself why.
I’m not even sure I noticed…
Until I took a week long road trip with my daughter.
Now I can’t get the silly little goblins in my head to be quiet! And my poor husband has had more one-sided conversations with me than he’s probably had the whole time we’ve been together. (I’m incredibly lucky he understands and just laughs.)
I’m pretty sure it was stress and just general busyness that stole my stories away, but it doesn’t really matter.
They’re back now. And the typewriter in my mind is steadily typing away.
Thinking of you….keep writing!! You have a gift.
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Thank you! 🙂