The absence of writing in my life gave me a slap in the face. At the most random times I will get hit with things that I feel like I need to write down. But.... I forced myself not to during the last little while. I don't know if I really had a good reason. Maybe I felt like if writing was an actual skill of mine, I'd remember those things and write about them when I was ready. Not a good reason, I know. However, I was able to come to a conclusion...
My writing is for me. Not for anyone else. However, I do love that people enjoy it. I have not and will not censor or fake my writing. It is what it is.
While I don't always have the utmost confidence in what comes out, I will own up to it. It makes me happy. It's always there when I need it. It's a reflection in the truest form.
AND.... Speaking of reflections... Head on over to The Sex Diet to read the latest on what happens to a person when they don't feed wants/needs correctly...