This will also become a familiar stream, for it’s where I am (and where I’ve wanted to be for a long, long time).  Some of the best words I’ve ever read on this craft are attributed to Ernest Hemingway, Red Smith, and a few others:

“There is nothing to writing.  All you do is sit down at a typewriter, open a vein, and bleed.”

I take that to mean that good writing is more than “speaking my mind.”  It has to come from the heart, from the innermost part of who I am (or think I am), from the deepest reaches of my soul, my Unconscious, my Self.  It also means I’m willing to pour out my life into the veins (and arteries) of the reader, taking the risk that the “thoughts of my heart” might be misunderstood, mishandled, and used for misguided purposes.  It means that the transfusion might not “take” at all.

But as courageous journalists, novelists, columnists, and others know, it’s worth it.

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