Anything But Gray

For as long as I can remember, I've been a writer.
I love it…and it's always been the best way for me to communicate my feelings or to get a point across.
It's also one of the few things I'm good at. Really good at.

I have won several essay contests in my life (met and got Andre Tippet's autograph because of one contest I won!) and I have had countless teachers and professors tell me I should pursue my writing. It's not something I have ever entertained. I just love to write…have a serious love affair with lyrics…and am content with that.

One thing that happened when I got out of school and quit college is that I don't get a lot of compliments on my writing so much anymore. When I was writing lyrics a lot, J was always an excellent objective listener and I always loved her critiques and Ceci has always been there to hear my writing and offer her compliments. But that's it, for the most part.  The subject never comes up. And I'm cool with that…but you know, when you get one? It sure as hell feels good.

I was talking to some old friends of ours that moved out of town last night on yahoo messenger and they told me they had read some of my writing on my myspace page and they told me "You should publish your writing, it's very good!"

and that, I must say, felt good!
It's been a long time since I've had someone compliment my writing.
It's a little reassurance that yeah….I still got it!
And it's inspiring…it makes me want to write!
I love it!!

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