I really don't have much to say this morning, as with most mornings, but it's been a while since I've written anything, and the itch is getting uncontrollable, so here I am. It's funny with writing and me. Sometimes I can't get enough and there are other times, far and in between, where I can't bare to sit down and jot even three words down. I guess, that yes, there are those times when I burn out and want to just re-energize. But the funny thing is, during those periods, I crave to read. It's like an addiction. So, I found a book, a really thick one, and have been drowning myself in it since last week. What a release, to experience someone else's tales and adventures, grabbing hold of my imagination and taking me to a place where I've never been or thought I'd ever be. It's been a while since I've read a book because I've been so focused on my writing. And I'd forgotten how calming the act of reading a book can be. the quiet that surrounds me as the words tumble around in my brain. I hope that my books do the same for those who crave reading like I do, and I'm always grateful that I've been blessed with this gift and am able to share my craft with others. Keep on bookin, people. It's the right thing to do!
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AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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