WE are well into this Fall season and the good writing is always inspiring.
People put heart into their work and risk everything by sharing their words, thoughts, understanding of what is written.
As writers we struggle to get words on the page. This morning I am at my desk putting words to paper, observing the flood of emotions that come with what is written, speaking a truth, my truth. From my window I see parades of people: biking, hiking, going to gatherings. They pass in groups: families, couples, friends, occasionally a solitary person. It is tempting to follow them on such a bright day. A voice says, sit longer, write a few more sentences, listen.
