Finally, after years of being buried beneath assignments, responsibilities, and mindless tasks, I have time.
Time to sit and write again.
Write again.
Wow.
It's almost a foreign concept.
I do not mean research or academic writing, which I do enjoy, but have grown weary of.
Instead I mean the type of writing that nourishes the soul.
Puts meat on the bones.
The kind that leaves you full and content, yet deep in your gut you know you'll be hungry again soon.
Once you become a writer, there is a kind of dependency.
Like exercise, if we do not write, we do not feel our best.
My last collection, Soft Needles in Sharp Places, was the last