Wondering about my Wanderings

The making of a writer

I am still wondering about my pen name drifter. It is difficult knowing what my pilgrimage as a writer means. It was real easy when I got started. I was filled with ideas about how to write and review. I was juiced. Most recently I have had a down time. I can not find the energy and when I do it feels like I am whispering words into silence never sure if I am the only one who hears. Just when I feel like giving up I notice that someone thinks one of my blogs was worth reading and at the beginning of the month someone liked a poem I wrote. I gave away a lot of points to help new writer. That may be my new legacy. I feel empty and unsure of what my legacy is as a writer. I look forward to helping others see how words can paint a picture that might lead others to celebrate life and give to others what they could only imagine was out their literally.

I mean to say literally because there is something worth experiencing. It is not a matter of needing to guess what makes a good writer. It has more to do with entering into a new world and sharing with others the joy within.