This will be my first post about writing so I feel I should explain a little bit about why it will be a regular part of this blog. I have always been drawn to writing, both out of personal interest and artistically. My favorite character in Little Women is Jo March, the writer.
I have kept a personal journal for over 20 years and I even bought a few books on writing. Since I am such an avid reader it seems only natural that an interest in writing would follow. I've never fancied myself as a great writer but I do have my moments of true insight and have even shown a flare for satire. In these posts, I want to share not only samples of my writing but also my musings on the act of writing as well as quotes from beloved writers. The subject matter will include everything under the sun and will be non-fiction; I've never been very good at making up stories. I hope to open up a dialogue with your comments and criticisms and who knows what will happen from there.
The sample I'm going to share today is admittedly a little depressing but it's recent. Please don't think that I wallow in self pity because I don't. This is an excerpt from my journal and journals are meant to be places where you can dump your emotions, get a load off your chest and vent and rant to your heart's content. With that in mind, lets take a look at the workings of my brain pan.
At the very heart of my loneliness is my lack of purpose. I have never known what I am to do with my life. I have always felt like a directionless wanderer, picking up little bits here and there, being totally fascinated by everything but never being able to commit to one thing. The knowledge of the world holds great adventure for me. Unfortunately, one cannot live off the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom.
This is only the smallest of scratches on the surface of what will be presented here. I know that I sound terribly formal but I want to make sure that I am understood and then we can all relax with a nice cup of tea. And here is a quote from one of my most beloved modern authors:
Ache, the toppling over, the feeling that something vital is distinguishing,
the stuck in muck feeling seeping at the edges.
- Sabrina Ward Harrison
The True and the Questions
If you have not heard of this woman you need to check her out. Her work is beautiful, amazing and insightful. She is a true inspiration! Don't forget to share your thoughts below. Bye for now.


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