I have enjoyed writing for many years. I never really took it seriously, I just penned the odd rhyme or ditty. If I had a deep and meaningful moment, I'd write about it with some superiority, thinking that I had the answers, a Queen of the conundrum, and a literary genius. I didn't have the answers (laughing hysterically) and I wasn't a genius, but that is how writing made me feel. It made me feel good about myself and that is great. It is worth it, isn't it? It is the process that I enjoy the most. The journey, with it's twists and turns. You never know where you're going or what your imagination will conjure up. It's your adventure, and you're with it until the end. Then, there is the relief and satisfaction of a completed draft. It is like no other feeling, along with the sense of achievement. It is worth it, isn't it? Now, I'd love to be traditionally published, and for an agent or publisher to snap me up, but it's been four years since graduating, and it's a tough territory that I have chosen - I'm not groaning and grumping - I'm just sharing. It is worth it, isn't it? So, swim the unknown waters Write and doodle as you go You may meet with a feisty fish But try, you never know...
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Lorraine dancer 