Prickly Pear Cactus in bloom, Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge, Oklahoma
I attended the OWFI Writers’ Conference this weekend. It impacted me in more ways than I can express. The workshops, the friendships, the encouragement I received went a long way in sparking my perseverance in this whole writing life thing. My brain and emotions are on overload, so this will be a short post while I decompress. I’m excited to share some things I learned with you in future posts.
I did a lot of reflecting, and I was reminded of a time someone asked me to write down what writing means to me. It’s a little cheesy, but here’s what I wrote:
To me, writing is a second chance to slay my dragons and win. Writing is the synergy of heart, mind and spirit. Writing is the movement of hand guiding pen over paper creating universes. Writing is a journey over time and space to bond with another human being with only a word or phrase. Writing is sometimes my lover, my cruel taskmaster, my funny little clown or my sensei. Writing is what I want to do and what I fight to keep from doing. Writing is my touchstone.
What does writing mean to you? Share in the comments.