Away With Words…

For the length my mind can stretch, I have always possessed a zeal for writing. Even in youth. Words, language and elements of the like have had to exhaust little effort to draw in my attention. Early memories of this…irresistible practice, extend all the way back to grade school. I remember being called down to the principals office one day, certain it was trouble. I was. . .a character. Like most kids. However; That was not the case. Not at all. On the contrary, I was called in to receive high praise for a short story I had written about friendship between a boy and his enemy. And how through glorious ocean battle, the boy was able to win over his adversary as a companion.

And that was just the beginning…

I would have many more experiences similar to that one. Well, a handful more. Enough to inspire my pursuance of this once quiet obsession. Time would go on, I would age, and life would do as destiny intended. All of which would foster and mold how I came to understand and practice this craft. And our relationship. What is it to me? Writing. What about it am I so fond of? And why, no matter my season of life does it remain. Even in those ominous nights and periods where I stepped away. Why did it not? In my days of wandering, it would beckon. Always there, be it in the form of stray paper and pen or a simple keyboard. Come. Write. Put those words to paper. And tell that story, their story, yours…

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