It was more than just writing.
Writing every day.
It was thinking, reflecting, rereading.
Editing, perfecting, and publishing.
It was complicated. It was intensive.
It was worth the push and pull of my heart and my mind.
It was more than just reading.
Reading many slices each day.
It was perusing, observing, scrutinizing.
Learning, interpreting, and adoring.
Some I skimmed. Some I soaked in.
Some grabbed me by the hand and led me to a writer's dream.