To the realist, it is the act of dragging a pen over paper.
To the romantic, it is breathing out pure magic.
To the artesian, it is constructing a lasting work of art.
To the reader, it is an adventure waiting to happen.
But to the writer, it is sharing.
And sharing is scary.
It's a frightening concept because the words you put on the page are from deep inside of you; a place where only you go. Your crazy ideas, wishes, hopes, and dreams spill out into the open for everyone to read. And if you write the story you want to read, you write the adventures you wish you could take.
You become vulnerable... And writing is an excruciatingly vulnerable thing because you are inviting people to take a tiny peek into your heart, your mind, and your soul. But at the same time, I think that's the beauty of the written word: It is a part of someone.
So when you pick up a beloved well-worn novel, remember that someone put themselves into its very pages to send out into the world.
That could be you, one day...
Your words matter. They are important. Make them count.
Share something that matters.