The mid-air moment of the jump into a pool of water both fascinates and terrifies me. There’s no turning back. The water is your destination, no matter how cold or dangerous or wonderful it might be. It’s either going to be a whole lot of fun or a whole lot of pain.
I’m in mid-air right now. This writing thing sounded like something I needed. I love to write; I need to write. It clears up the foggy windows like the defrost button in the car. Something about well-ordered, neatly-lined words on a page help me not-so-organized self see things a bit more clearly.
So, here goes. My commitment is one hour of writing per week.
I am honored to share this excursion of paper and ink with the Word Shakers.