I am a writer

Those four words make up a declaration that is all too true and not too much of a shock to those who know me. However I must be completely honest as I admit that lately I hadn't been feeling very much like a writer at all. At least, not the writer I've come to be.

School this semester, mixed with work, and working out has become such a stressful time-consuming act. Study, take notes, practice, homework, class, and so on...and on...and on...and on...and, well you get the point I'm sure.

So today I took out the notebook of my latest project and delved into the first chapter, which I have yet to finish. It's not that I don't want to. Believe me, I live for the day when all I have to do is write all day to make a living. No, I just haven't had the time is all. So I gave myself the chance to get back into this activity that has enhanced a talent given to me by God.

And as my pencil stroked the paper a few times, as I finished up a particularly enticing sentence I couldn't help but grin to myself. I am such a writer. The feeling of creating a string of words into a beautifully coherent melody is something that I'd almost forgotten I love so much.

Just as when I write a paper; when there is a sentence or paragraph that simply flows and is intriguing and even fun to read, I get such a feeling that is nearly indescribable. This is my second project and I hope it evolves into something great, but I am going to continue to work on getting my first book out there for the world to read.

I can't wait to finish the first chapter of this second novel of mine, and then the next and the next. And never stop writing until my hand aches.