A Time To Write...

I love books, everything about them.  I love the plots in a good mystery, the laughs in a good children's book, the facts in a nonfiction.  I love books period.  I love how words come to together to weave a story that comes alive in my imagination.  I love the power and simplicity of words. How they can portray anger, love, hopefulness/hopelessness, forgiveness, and grace. How they can paint the scene perfectly in my head. More than anything I want to be able to do that. I want to write.  I want to get the 1000's of words slinging around in my head any given moment on to paper.  But when I go to pick up the pencil to do it...I can't.  I am afraid of failing before I even start.  I am afraid that what I think sounds good in my head, will sound silly and foolish on paper.  Most of all I am afraid that one of the few things I have actually felt passionate about will never come to fruition because I am too scared. I want to write with the joy I had as a kid, no worries about anyone liking the stories because I wrote them for myself.  I want to get back to that point.  So my goal this year is this, to write the words in my head on paper, without fear, without worry.  To write the stories simply because they are mine, and I created them, and I want to seem them come alive. To write for me.  I already have the notebook and pencil ready....it's just a matter of releasing myself from the grips of fear. I am going to do it this time.