I started my journey by asking myself this question:
What would you do even if you did not get paid to do it?
Well, obviously writing was my answer, but I never thought I would get tested on that declaration.
Now the question has morphed into:
Are you willing to write without getting paid for it?
Absolutely. Well, that’s my answer after months of the question lurking around my thoughts without fully revealing itself.
Don’t get me wrong, my ambition is the same. I will be a published author. But am I willing to go through a season (or two) of not getting noticed or paid for what I do? Without a doubt. Before people had opinions or I had a blog, I wrote. I breathed poetry. Words are the love of my life. With them I feel at home…like I am returning to all that I had lost. People have never been my thing (introvert fo’ life). But sitting on the floor of a bookstore reading nothing in particular is a slice of heaven for me.
So, whenever my blessings and desires decides to manifest themselves is beyond my control. But until they do, I will continue to write. I will continue to partner with creativity.
…simply because I love it. ❤