That’s admirable, Jay. Thanks for commenting!
Sandy
]]>Cathy, while I find weeding somewhat therapeutic (and an excuse to listen to an audiobook), I truly dislike housework, so writing is a much more appealing option. I love that you sleep better thanks to writing — I wish I could make that claim!
Sandy
]]>Tonja, you obviously have no choice. Is that a good feeling? Must be!
Sandy
]]>Thanks, Theresa. Do you keep a notebook next to your bed so you can record some of those words when you wake up?
Sandy
]]>Thanks, Nicole. But why do YOU write?
Sandy
]]>“Why do you write?”
Alina’s question brought Roger’s thinking to a sudden stop. He had never considered the question. He had always wanted to write, as far back as he could remember. Thinking about it now, he realized that it was a valid question. Writing had brought him little pleasure over the years, and a lot of work, many late nights and an endless amount of frustration.
“I’m not really sure,” he replied slowly. “I suppose it fulfills me. It gives me a sense that I am creating something from myself that will endure for years. Possibly because it allows me to escape from the everyday, into a more interesting space, where the rules that I have to live by don’t apply. Perhaps it gives me the chance to live out someone else’s life. I’m not really sure.”