Its hard work this writing thing.
I love inspiration!
Though, that’s the easy part.
But to breathe life into your creation with colored words and organized thought …
That is the painful, exhausting part, the piece of your day when your heart bleeds and your fingers ache.
When your husband returns from work and can’t understand the frown on your face or the tears in your eyes.
Where your head is still floating in the clouds while the rice burns on the stove.
There are few things like it…But oh sweet heaven how I love it!