In the month of October I will be linking up with other writers on Five Minute Friday for thirty-one days. Each day I will write about one word for five minutes. Here goes…

When I started writing, I was about fourteen years old. A young man I knew was killed in a car accident. Speeding and alcohol were part of the problem. I didn’t know how to express what it was like to know someone who died young, but I had to do something. What I wrote turned out to be something of free-verse poetry. I wrote some lines one day, and found something good in it. There was something satisfying in putting down my thoughts, and I never stopped.

If you ask anyone who writes if they want to quit, you ask them—when did you feel this way?

The answer could be any day of the week, all the time.  I am always second-guessing myself about why I write. When will I quit? Probably never, but it doesn’t mean that my writing will always be public.

Is it important to hear another voice out there among the millions? I ask myself if it really matters and sometimes it does. Sometimes I want to quit, but tomorrow I will feel differently.

Is there something you do to further God’s kingdom, but often grow weary?

When will you quit?

Don’t think about it today because tomorrow you may think differently.


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