Lots of people tell me everyday on my blog and on the streets (after they find out about my blog), that they want to be writers. I tell everyone of those individuals – everyone is a writer at heart, but when it comes down to it, very few of us actually take pen to paper and write.
Whenever I travel through a new place, there is this verve of creativity that rushes through me. There’s this rush of feeling inside of me, that makes me want to write, and write. Then, write some more. I feel so ecstatically connected to that writer side of me in those moments.
I am 33 years old, and I have never been consistent with anything except writing. I have been writing hundreds of words every day since I was 12 years old. Most days it was just journaling. To write 3000 words every day seemed like an unachievable goal.