Am I dreaming? Are you waiting to hear from me, to read what I write? I doubt it every day but believe it every night.
I don’t find writing easy but it’s fun. What do I have to say that someone else wants to read? That’s my big insecurity. I’m smart, pleasant, and realistic. The last one’s often mistaken for pessimistic. But there’s a difference. A pessimist assumes everyone’s bad, a realist knows bad people. That’s why I write.
I know what I know but there’s always more I don’t. I want to see something different, or differently. I want to imagine something, anything simply because it’s fun. That’s why I write.
Why do you read?
© Chic Prune 2014