It is true, that my total net worth tonight, is $9.87--just counted it. But I do have wealth--oh, I'm not talking about possessions or real estate...my wealth is my words.
I write, therefore I am.
When I write, I can transform myself back to happier days, show the world my true feelings and how I percieve things. Through my writings on this blog, I've had the marvelous privledge to meet some lovely people--some of whom I am truly blessed to call my friends.
I've satisfied my craving for more Dr Who, when the series ends or when I cannot afford to purchase a novel or DVD.
I've shown the globe bits of my part of the world, explored my past, railed at my present and simply discussed what was going on in my day.
I've written bland drabbles, bad fan-fiction, worse poetry and some really horrific plays.
I've written so many essays in the last eight years, that I feel like I could just sit down and write one in my sleep and no one would know the difference, ha-h.
True, I'm just your average American writer, with a less than posh CV, but..who cares? Sometimes I enjoy it so much, it really makes me feel like a great painter with a blank canvas, when I start writing something...and sometimes, quite honestly, (usually when I'm feeling unwell), it feels like just another job I must do. Fortunately, it generally tends towards the former, rather than the latter.
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Isn't it wonderful that just by writing something you create something that just wasn't there before. It always amazes me. Write a short story or something and there is that story , when before you wrote it, it just didn't exist. Words are wealth indeed and I'm glad you've found it in yours.