We write because we have to, not because we want to. We write to feel connected. We write because we have something to say, even if we don’t always get the point across. We write because if we didn’t, we’d feel like we’re ignoring this part of us that explodes from our fingertips with a fury that can’t be matched by a thousand women scorned. We write with passion, with feeling, with soul. We write to be read – to be heard by others who share our conviction, and to feed on that energy. It fuels us, it sustains us, and whether we’re willing to admit it or not, it drives us to stare at the blank page week in and week out – to face our demons, and to force our fear back with the flowing word.
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