Find a way
A writer-friend said to me last week, “You must find the time to write. You must write!”
I ponder her words: Writing is so much a part of the writer’s soul that when we don’t write we shallow out, we disconnect from what’s real, we lose the thread. We neglect the balance point between our two natures. The worst of our many selves takes over, and we begin to believe that’s who we are.
Danté placed the betrayer at the lowest circle of hell.
Ganesha sacrifices a tusk — the pen! — so that the writer can write. Find a way.