Sometimes, like today, I feel absolutely no desire to write. Especially when I’m hit with unfortunate news. Fortunately for me, I have the unending support of a drop-dead beautiful wife and a son who thinks the world of me. When I look at what appears to be a speeding train at the end of the tunnel, I’m wrong. There is no death at the end of the tunnel. There is either another tunnel, into which I must trek, or I end up in the light of day (or night).
Of all the talents I have nurtured and subsequently walked away from, I’ve never walked away from writing. Because I know that is my greatest gift. I know that without it, I am voiceless. I cannot live voiceless.
I am a writer.
Damnit.
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