I used to hate to write. Almost as much as I hate to hear my voice on an answering machine. But I think that age, marriage, and children have changed that. These things (especially motherhood) have helped me find what I can call "my voice" and it seems to come from the same place as where Pavarotti gets his when onstage... when it's good it comes from deep within, and on its way back up from in you it drags up with it all these feelings you kept inside...
It's so rewarding to write something that touches a nerve or an emotion within yourself. And although "My Father's Shoes" lingered at the top of that emotional pit, I didn't have the heart nor the knowledge necessary to dive in. And to be more "practically" honest, there just isn't enough peace and quiet around here to sit and write for long periods of time...
So my apologies (to me, you, anyone who reads this) for the rambling, emotional piece than never quite was.
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Have u read the read the book "8th Habit">?
I haven't read the 8th Habit... but I think my husband has it... Is it the follow up to "7 Habits of Highly Effective People"? or something like it??
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