Why I write.
There are days when I wonder why I struggle with writing. It seems like I have a permanent writers' block, with good ideas swimming in my head that I just can't seem to spill out in words. Often the only way I see those ideas in print is when someone else writes them.But then there are days when the words just come spilling out of me and I know, just know, that this is what I'm meant to do. Sadly, those days are usually marked by tragedy. One such was the breakup of the space shuttle Columbia, which happened two years ago today. Click the mission logo to read what I wrote about it after it happened.
posted by Marsh @ 3:30 PM
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