I've missed posting. Self-discipline has never been a strong suit for me but there's a new me emerging. It's not too late to become the person I imagined myself to be. I've seen myself as a writer. I've seen myself as dependable. I've seen myself behaving what I believe. The discipline of blogging has actually helped me in all three areas. I can count on myself to show up on the page. My creativity is returning and sparking my imagination. I've embraced my inner critic as annoying but well-meaning and I've taken rules, competition and comparison off the table when I write. 
   I've just finished Burn This Book, an anthology of writers on why they write. The reasons were not so unique or lofty as I always imagine. Like me, they are people who write because they love it, they feel the need to write, they have a story that they must tell, they want to understand themselves and their world, they want to make a difference. It was helpful to remove authors from the ivory tower where I've put them.