On Writing

I have been away from my keyboard a long time. Well, that's not completely true. But social media doesn't really count. I have managed to scape up enough energy for my writing jobs, but I have not written for myself in what seems like forever.

I remember in junior high and high school, I couldn't wait to write. I had journals squirreled away everywhere. My school notebooks were filled with snippets of whatever came to mind when I really should have been taking chemistry notes. One car ride I even ended up writing on my legs because there was no paper. 

What happened?

Once I got to college, it seemed like the river of words started to dry up. Now there is barely a trickle. 

Maybe it is just because I am out of practice. I have found that once I start writing for myself on a daily basis, it gets easier and easier. The words and ideas start to flow. But it is hard to make time these days. 

Between my two jobs, I spend a lot of time writing, but it isn't the kind of writing that unclogs the creative pipes. It is the kind that pays the bills, and in a way it is rewarding, but the stories aren't mine.

I don't know. I'm starting to wonder if I will ever get around to telling my stories.