My moment of Zen

I've reached a place in my head that makes me happy. I'm writing. Every day now I'm writing. Not journalling (which is fun and helps relieve the stress of everyday life) but actual story writing. Some days I write more than others. And that's okay. I'm creating something that flows from my head to paper.

I just wonder why I waited so long. Why was I so afraid of the process of writing that I let my dream lie fallow and untended? Maybe I worded that wrong ... I wasn't afraid of the process, just that it wouldn't be perfect. Being forced to write without the safety net of a revision (for now at least since the deadline is already looming) makes you change the way you think about the process -- it's not about being perfect, it's about putting your thoughts down. Well, I'm finally doing it to the point that I feel like I can legitimately call myself a writer.

So, I thumb my nose at perfection. I laugh in the face of proper sentence structure. Most importantly ... I am a writer!