Since I have yet discovered the path to earning a living by writing, I have another career, one that takes a great deal of time, attention and devotion. Yet, that does not change the fact that I need to write. There are some days, actually most days, that if I don’t sit and write, even if it is simply a single paragraph, my day is incomplete. So strong is that yearning, that if I don’t write, I can not rest.
My heart will ache as if I have lost a loved one.
At least the above used to be my true passion.
Is my gift now gone?