Why I’m Writing

Some stories don’t arrive all at once. Often, they’ll come like dandelion fluff, floating in the air around us. Sometimes, a bit sticks to us like a wish and lingers in our hearts. Othertimes, they’ll come to us in a flurry of wind, and suddenly, they’re all around. Some may haunt us, following us like an unsettled spirit rising from its grave, I, its chosen keeper of its tale. The only way to set its story free is to write. After all, all of us, no matter who we are- the villain, the hero, the trickster- want to be heard and seen. Even the hermit alone in his cave has a story to tell. None of us gets through this life without circumstances. 

 I am writing this book because it has been stuck in my heart. The end game, at this point, doesn’t matter. I am writing this story because I believe it is my purpose. Perhaps it is my soul that needs to be set free. I am therefore writing this blog to 1) keep myself accountable, 2)offer a healing space, and 3) gain a readership [perhaps]. Here, I talk about the numerous struggles in creation and life. Please feel free to reach out with a comment, suggestion, or question. Thank you for being here.