Random Thoughts on Writing

Writing gives me joy.

Writing gives me fulfillment.

Writing clears my head.

Writing makes me hungry.

For buffalo wings.

And cheese.

Shoot. Now I'm thirsty for a pomegranate martini.

Writing every week, as in, a real job (because I now have that deadline that I've always wanted) is hard.

I think about writing every day.

I second guess everything I write.

I have a hard time editing myself and could use a good grammar program to check me.

I need a new desk chair.

This one hurts my patootie.

I keep a notebook of possible blog posts.

If not, I'd forget everything.

I have recluse tendencies. Just like really cool writers.

Only, I have children and can't lock myself in a room and write all day.

They'd starve.

I think most people don't take enough risks and believe they can't do something, and thus, don't, before they even give it a try. But, that may be due to the fact that they haven't found their passion. Or have, and are just too scared to tackle it. It's a vicious circle, really.

I love to communicate.

By writing.

And even though I am now hungry, my head is clear.

This list of random thoughts gave me fulfillment.

Writing gives me joy.