The Words Will Not Be Silenced

Writing chose me a long time ago now, just like the brush chooses the painter and the stone the sculptor.

Photo by Daria Nepriakhina on Unsplash

I got into The Zone the other night.

Do you know what I am referring to? It’s that place you go to where time loses all meaning, and you do a thing you love with no thought and little effort, getting lost in the process and activity.