What I know about writing is that it’s a complex simplicity of time and effort.
Sometimes the words flow easily and sometimes they are impossible to find.
What I know about writing is that it is soothing and frustrating all at the same time. It is healing and thought-provoking and time-consuming.
What I know about writing is it is isolating and connecting. It is a solitary activity but once shared it becomes part of someone else’s awareness; someone else’s story.
What I know about writing is that it is intangible, and yet printed words hold a magical power. You can not see words, or hear them, or touch them, but when placed together in an article or a book or a story they come to life.
What I know about writing is it is too heavy and too light and sometimes just right. My silly inconsequential posts seem so insignificant when I go read an article written so beautifully that it moves my thoughts; changes my perspective.
What I know about writing is it is powerful, necessary, and, to me, the very essence of all-encompassing simple complexity.