Pure Tortured Hell
Now, don't let the title fool you, and it's not as if this is what I'm experiencing, but am in a way, and in a good way. As with everything, my life evolves around my writing, and about six weeks ago I forced myself to take a break from my passion and re-energize. Allowing myself only to write blogs, greeting cards and letters. And let me tell you, I've done this in the past, and had no problems, But this time, I find myself craving the craft, almost like an addict. But I refuse to give in, trying to hold on to the amount of time I've allotted myself. It's a constant thought though, every where I go, the words, ideas, characters follow me, like a welcome spring breeze after a frigid, relentless winter. I pick up my aged thesaurus, Roget's, which I've had since age twenty. The cover is scotch taped, worn and torn with use throughout the years. A good friend, as well as my Webster's dictionary, which I received from my parent's upon my high school graduation. It too, showing the signs of constant hard work. This feels good, sitting, writing, letting my mind flow free. Doing what I should be doing all the time. And this is why I take breaks. To make me re-realize the power that flows within. I'm back! Hope you enjoy!
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Mary 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.