Writing is its own reward.
– Henry Miller
Nothing brings me as much pleasure as allowing the flow of words moving from the universal soul through me as words on a page. How incredible it is to look down and see an unexpected manifestation like thoughts becoming visible written with invisible ink. That then becomes the reward in writing for me. I may have an idea of what I want to write but the substance comes from a place unknown – deep down in in the well of me – my soul. How awesome is that! This keeps me humble as I give respect to a power far bigger than myself.