If you knew you’d never be published, never be read…would you continue to write?

If encouragements were great, but attentions were small—would you?

If your world was shaken…

If the written word took the place of company…

If you had the sneaking suspicion that writing was proof of the best of yourself…

If your creation seemed the better part of reality…

If you wrote into the silence of yourself, if you waited for the reader to catch up, if you continued to believe despite every stone life rolled into your path…

Would you keep writing? And why?

As a writer—as anyone in a creative pursuit—what is it that keeps you going? What feeds your hope and nurtures your dream?

Come on…share…..

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