Writing. It has always been a passion of mine hidden deep in my soul. In my late teens it dared to poke it’s head out, trying to get more words on the page and trying to read more books of all genres. That being inside me longing to write was pushed down and music took over. My fingers spent more time on the piano keyboard than on the computer keyboard.
I still kept a journal. Always. I always had a journal to write in sometimes in the morning and sometimes at night. Keeping a journal was like talking to a best friend. I could write anything at any time, my journal would always be waiting for me with no judgements.
At this moment I have more words bouncing around in my head that need to come out, no longer in the form of a journal but now they are stories. My imagination is running wild every day. I am trying to keep up with it in the stories I weave. Thank you for your patience as you follow this journey of mine. And most of all, thank you for reading. (:
Do you write in a journal or somewhere else? Let me know in the comments.