These past few day's I've been thinking about writing and what it means to me. Most people who write, for leisure or for a living, probably go through the same thing.

Out of the many things I have picked up and tried to be a part of, I've dropped almost everything. I allowed certain things to be temporary joys in my life like carpentry, art, exercise, etc. One thing that has remained for me has been my belief in God. And the one thing that always boomerangs back to me is writing.

Now, I've hated reading. I never really read much as a kid and even today I still believe that most stories are boring. So, it's no big surprise that when I started writing, it seemed insurmountable and I mostly hated the process. I still have a limited joy when I am doing it.

Creation is the easiest part. It's the one that comes most naturally.
I think some people come to writing because they love to do it. I came
to writing because I had countless stories I wanted to tell and I thought they were too cool and too funny to leave unwritten.

So, I labored through the process, sometimes hating every minute of it. I wanted to improve and to write something I would be interested in- to write something that spoke some kind of truth, maybe a universal truth, in a unique way.

The end product of hard work becomes my own truth. I want to have painted the picture from my head with words. I want to have had people feel what I felt and to have understood my point of view. The product often pales to the vision and then off I go to write again. The product sometimes is greater than my vision because the process has taken me on a journey and I think to myself, I didn't really write this.

In any event, writing, with its ups and downs, is a passion of my life that is strongly linked to my spiritual view. I only want to improve and I am seeking to do that every day.