my enters and asks me is it true
that I am writing. I answer yes I
embark on a long time dream.
You know writing is a craft that has to be
finely honed I see, you've packed a
duffel bag what did you pack he asks.
Well my pens, notepads, dictionaries
items of the trade I tell her.
You need take other things too
patience success if it ever comes, may
not come over night.
A strong spirit of confidence for the
rejections and the rewrites, antacid for
the gnawing at the back of your mind
that you may not be creative as you
imagined yourself to be.
Faith when those who love you most
tell you bills must be paid food
purchased and rent paid.
If this is, your hearts desire my hopes
and best wishes for success and peace.
I thank my for his words of truth.
My reply to him is I did not pack them in my duffel bag but
burned them on my soul for my soul
sends me on this quest.
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