I am no writer. Not like Moses. He wrote. And wrote and wrote. Me? I still question why I can write. No memory of what has happened to me but I can remember how to write.
Words are not easy. But I have this need to get down on paper thoughts. Abstract ideas. So, I have introduced my notebook. Bought it along with pencils, crayons and colored pencils. No real reason just had an urge and got the supplies.
Don’t know if this will help. Drawing in a journal. Can’t hurt, can it? I just need to understand what’s real, what’s fiction and who is telling the truth.