Write

I am a writer.
There I said it.
I cant remember when I started. I was little. Writing stories, journals, diary's, songs.
I cant sing. I can draw, I dont dance, I write.
Sometimes I feel others do it far better than I do. Others do more than I do. Maybe so.
I have read books that have brought me to tears from the sheer beauty of the words. Given me chills.
When I was in high school I was asked several times to submit some of my writing pieces for publication. I declined EVERYTIME. I have no idea why. When I joined yearbook I was in my element. I was in heaven. I didnt want it to ever stop. I entered college and joined the college paper staff and was in love with the smell of the room, the energy, the vibe of it all, the stories, the people.

I NEVER let my instructor use any of my work.
NEVER
WHY?
I dont know.

Today I went and got a surfer magazine. I am a California girl tried and true. Kind of a snob that way. There is no better place than California.
Flipping thru the pages of that magazine looking at the waves, so blue and clear, the beach, filled my soul.

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