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The Making of a Writer

Writers should write everyday.  Carve out some time for yourself and just let the words flow.

I know those words are hypocritical of what I do.  I have time but I don't discipline my time as I should.  Do I have an extra hour per day to do this?  The simple answer is yes!  Yes, I do.  I just need to plan it out.  Is it a waste of time?  Absolutely not.  I love writing and words stitched together can be so powerful.  Words can rule.  Literally. 

When I take a class online to enhance my writing skills I stay focused and get the work done.  I have written some of my best work in those classes.  I have not shared all of it.  I hope to one day.  Right now I want to focus on writing and finishing my many manuscripts I have that are unfinished.  Who knows maybe I will self publish them too.

Writing to me is like fine art and photography.  It is relaxing and I feel in a trance when doing any of the three.  I may not make any money from any of them but I do realize the satisfaction of  taking a picture that has the best composition and light I could never have imagined, capturing in my painting an image that, well, someone can actually recognize what it is or writing a story and having it critiqued by my peers and they really, really, really like it. 

So the making of a writer to me is find the time, enjoy what you do and don't put money before your craft.  Life is short, just enjoy the time you have here.  The best, of course, is yet to come.


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