Thursday, November 6, 2014

Fire in Pen

Writing used to be my bread and butter. It's not anymore. I take in the occasional writing jobs but those are getting fewer and further in between.

It's hard to write. I love it but it is hard work. There are more times your head goes blank than there are times you actually have something to say. I used to be able to push through the void and find my writing mojo but for the past few months, I thought I lost it.

I didn't. I just lost the will to look for it. For many years, writing has been my source of income and for those many years, I have yet to enjoy the fruits of my labor. It has been a source of pain to me and not a way to channel it. I had to step back and reassess my life. How far gone was I?

I don't think I can write anymore for a living. At least, not yet. But I'm beginning to remember what it is I love about making your thoughts tangible.

The beauty of writing lies in the fact that I will never be as eloquent in speech as I am in paper. And I will eventually forget what has been said. Written words can be everlasting and when written with a pen can never be erased.

That passion I had once to write has been reignited and burning albeit on a low flame. We just have to see if it can go ablaze.

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