Since the beginning of time

Maybe it was all the books my mother read to me. Maybe it was the days we would spend curled up with a book disappearing into a new world, a new place, a new story. Maybe it was just what would naturally occur because it is in my blood somewhere. But since the beginning of time, I have been in love with words - reading them, writing them. Reading is so much more easier than creating your own work but I'm learning to enjoy the stress of writing. Stress. Where do I begin with that? The beginning? The beginning is what I can always finish while the end is yet to be created. Countless stories that spring into my mind and bounce into paper and then slide into the tall pile of "to-do".

Writing is a continuous struggle. A pain. A joy. It's a muscle that needs to constantly be exercise in order to be strong. Here is where I plan to do it. No more excuses. And what will I write about? Everything.