I search for words that when stitched together, as in an eye-catching tapestry, express something with texture and richness, and I hope, beauty. Fingers are crossed for a glimpse of a sparkling thread, or an unexpected color, that draws a reader in. Sometimes I fail miserably. But on a good day, as with the surprise of a wonderful candid photo, I capture a spirit, and a heartbeat. Then I watch a story come alive.
I Can Hear Me Now
I haven't written for a long time and I don't suppose that matters a lot to anyone but me.
Tomorrow is my birthday and the gift I'm giving myself is the one of self-expression. I will find my voice again. The one that lies deep within and is rarely heard, sometimes not even by me, until I use my words...