I decided when I had to stop working full time and I finished school (third time around), that if I were ever going to do this, this thing called writing, then I would have to take it seriously, and so I dedicate at least two hours a day to writing. But of course, itis much longer than that. Every day, I sit down at this computer (which is giving me fits right now), and then I stare at the screen. Sometimes I wake up knowing exactly what I want my topic to be, but other times, I really have to think about it. On those days, I cruise the web, read some news, and then if I’m still not inspired, I go back and look at some of my older stuff. This almost always works.

Once I start, I don’t stop until I’m finished. I never try to pad my entries; they simply end when I believe that they are over. I never know where I’m going until I get there, but getting there is the best part, and for me, the easiest once I finally start. It was always the starting that held me back. I just wouldn’t make the time, not find the time.

Now, I am very deliberate, and I make the time, and I’ve found that starting is not nearly as hard as it used to be. And finishing, well that just comes naturally.

Again, thank you so much for stopping by on a regular basis. It’s so nice to have regular readers who give me feedback. Lita

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I have to agree with Maureen. I find your writing inspiring and free, and that is the hardest thing for a writer to do. To free themselves from the constrictions of pre-determined intention. That is the hardest thing to do and yet when it is achieved the results are so wonderful. You are gifted and your words come from the free space inside you.

Many years ago in college I took some pre-requisite writing class for my major, which was English. I so wanted to inspire kids to love the English language the way the I did. I never achieved that goal and I will always regret that.

Anyway, to get back to this writing course. I had taken so many writing courses in High School that I came into this class with sort of an attitude that I already knew what I needed to know for a Creative Writing Class. I liked the Professor enough and she liked me, so all seemed well.

Then one day she gave us an assignment. She told us to imagine that we had been born without the ability to see. She never used the word blind. She told us to imagine the world without sight, then she sent us home to describe what the color “red” meant to a person who had never even seen any color. We were all so young and that had to be one of the hardest things that I had ever done.

What we inevitably learned from this exercise was to think out of the box and to dare to imagine a world where you could describe something without ever really having seen it. I unfortunately lost that essay many years ago, but I do remember having the profound thought that I had not done as well as I could have. I received a good enough grade in that class, but this Professor left me with that very profound understanding that you so obviously possess.

Once again, thanks for sharing yourself with us. I can’t tell you how much being here pleases me.