Wow, I didn’t expect to come to the conclusion that I did here! I write because of the compulsion to do so, the desire and the need for it. The love has fallen by the wayside & maybe that’s the problem.
It’s strange, I used to love writing so much and it made me feel every glorious feeling in the world. We’ve grown apart, writing and I. Our relationship is pretty tattered but we’re solidly committed.
Hmmm. Writing is as much emotional work as it is mental word combinations, I think. At least the good stuff is.
Perhaps I need to fall in love again…
Thank you Tom! Good, good stuff here 🤘🏻