“Don’t be a writer, be writing.” ~ William Faulkner
Why am I writing? Because the blank page is daunting until the moment I sit down and write. I face fear, truth and reality and let the letters and words flow through my fingers.
Writing is one continuous, tangential discourse with myself.
And also with you.
Writing lifts up my heart.
I’m writing what I enjoy and enjoying what I write. I’m writing to harvest delicious sentences and cultivate bountiful paragraphs.
Because I adore words.
I delight in the act of creating essays.
I love language and crave communication.
I’m writing because in the act of quality writing, I have no choice but to be present.
Hence, I’m writing as a mindfulness practice—a daily life practice—I’m writing to express myself.
To unite with you, for just this one moment as you read these words.
I’m writing to benefit myself and all beings, or as many as I can possibly affect with my string-of-pearls-of words.
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