I feel like rambling.
Lately I’ve been really trying to find my voice as a writer. I can hear myself more clearly in my writing when I’m honest about things that I’m dealing with. Things like life, and love, and everything in between. Somehow as crazy as it seems, it feels good to be honest with a blank page.
I can tell this page how I really feel about things, and not worry about being judged or have fear of reproach. I can share my ideas and hopes with this Word document. My dreams and aspirations. My fears and regrets, past hurts and pains. I think that I will name him William the Word document.
William sits in silence until he’s feeling drained. At which point he politely reminds me with great gusto that my battery is low.