Why I Write
When I think about writing, my soul lights up, the fires of my imagination are stoked, waiting for the fuel – words – to rush through my veins, sparking as they travel – pulsing from the heart to the brain, to the fingers, tingling toes, making eyes twinkle, forming dimples in cheeks, a smile, hope, strategy.
Ideas form and build in the same way a baby uses blocks – one on top of another. Some ideas come crashing down, but others keep going, building out of destruction and decay to make a masterpiece of construction.
Words, sentences, paragraphs turn into chapters. Write, don’t stop. What did he say? What did she do? No, really? Again, keep going. Conflict, emotion, and danger crescendo to unknown heights. How much can our characters take? How much can we? Breathless, weak-kneed, coming together, hope renewed, bittersweet justification, take a breath, let it out, ease back, last stand. Here we go again, the grand finale. Take a bow. The End.