writing.... and writing and writing.

 

 

I always have this obsession to write. I found a book, Write to Discover Yourself by Ruth Vaughn. I just barely started reading it, and it immediately overwhelmed me. But I can’t stay away.

I have filled notebook after notebook with my thoughts and dreams. Last summer, I destroyed most of them, thinking, I don’t want anyone else reading that stuff. And yet, off and on I write here, where anyone in the world might stumble on it!

So I am starting again, filling notebook after notebook. Maybe more here, maybe not.

My grandpa wrote a lot. My mom didn’t catch that, but I sure did. I still have a notebook of his writings, maybe someday one of us will get stuff published somehow. Never had that desire for my own stuff.