Never enough time to write but there is always the same amount of time every day.

Just no time for interruptions or distractions, and yet,

They come at the wrong time every time as if there is a right time for them to appear when you’re being creative and productive.

Inspiration wakes me, shakes me, and gets me to move.

Motivation lifts me and carries me through.

Dedication to the craft shapes me and molds me.

Discipline holds me to what’s true now, and in the future when…

But I sense this writing journey will never end.

All the same, I guess.

It is my life’s call, my mission, my purpose for being, and now that I’m seeing what is, and what can and will be.

I’ve realized and decided there is no other way of life for me.

I've got a long, long way to go and this is just the start.

The good thing is, that writing is the beat of my heart.