wondering why
My desire to write has simmered away on the back burner of my mind for many a year. What does one write? A novel, diary, children's story. All of these have manifested themselves, bubbling around my grey matter. I've lived with characters, born to my imagination, seen them developing, the stories surrounding them filling page after page. So, putting words, my words, my thoughts out there is nothing new one might think, but this, here today is my first time, my infancy, my debut. I have erred away from sharing any idea, afraid of baring myself to a reader. Today something happened, the desire to write became strong. I walked, the sun warming me, I heard birds singing, saw squirrel, saw muntjac deer, photographed fungi, berries, trees. All at once I knew I could write and share this. Have to...