I want nothing more than to publish my book. The yearning is so intense I often feel sick about it. I seriously began writing about 6 years ago.Even though it was always there, because I had often walked around with a pad and pen in my hand. I guess I didn't really know why. I am ready to hold a book in my hands and say "I wrote this".
I have another work of fiction nearly ready for publication and then another. I write fiction and nonfiction both. I can hardly manage my life without a powerful ongoing story. I tell a story that most reveal how I see myself. Am I the story teller or the story told to? How I turn the story around, casting myself in the other role. When I get stuck, I remind myself of the moments of what I created in writing contest.
Whether I am writing articles, short stories, or opinion pieces the words flow out like salt pouring out of a box. Sometimes it flows and sometimes it doesn't.
Writing requires discipline, but the real discipline is to train the mind and heart into believing that words come back to you. The joy of creative writing lies in the way, the only way to say what you mean.