Which road do I take, she asked

When I was young I LOVED to write! It didn't matter what. I would put just as much passion and detail in a school essay as I would my folders full of poetry, songs and short stories. My shelves were lined with journals-some full and some waiting to be filled! (Always made sure I had backups!) I even had journals for different topics! Oh yes, any excuse to write more. I've had poetry acknowledged and short stories published. (Sadly I've since lost the small magazine story) I've written countless lyrics (still waiting for Debbie Gibson to hit me up for a new chart topper) and I've put my love of writing into everything else from designing my own greeting cards, invitations and even my own take on a monthly newsletter covering the first year of the life of Miss PRS-suitably titled, "Paris Times". (That was a family favorite!) 

Since then so much has happened. Life has happened. And within the shuffle my writing has taken a backseat. Honestly, more like the backseat of an extra long stretch limo (because my life is THAT glamorous)!

I still write everyday...in my head. I'm a dreamer. A hopeless romantic in the artistic sense of the phrase. There is always dialogue in my head. My mother always said, you can talk to yourself as long as you're not answering back! Ha! Well, I'm not too shy to say there's full conversations going on over here! Unique, yes. Quirky, yep. A tiny bit of insanity, probably. I'm ok with that too:)

It was one of the greatest writers of our time, Lewis Carroll, who spoke through his beloved characters when Alice and the Cheshire Cat spoke, "But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here."

And now I can feel myself straying off. This happens often:) My mind is ALWAYS writing new stories. 

The simplicity of this post is just this though, I want to write. I need to write. It's been a part of who I am since I can remember. It's fire and passion and light to me! Granted, I need some direction lately as to the what, how and where. But it's a force much greater than me and it is surfacing. I NEED to write. The question remaining now...who will want to listen? (maybe more importantly, does that actually matter?!)