It has been a difficult year businesses lost, homes lost, loved ones lost. And, not just in the local area. It is global. Worse, the virus is surging around the world. Countries are once again shutting down. Here, many cities and even states are nearing shut down.

As I finish the last graded assignment, I lean back, stretch my arms wide and sigh. Finally I am caught up!

As I was once again frustrated that I didn’t have time to do the writing I had hoped for, I began to wonder, “What makes a person a writer as opposed to something else?”

It is an interesting question. If we look at motive behind the things people write, we find many different motives for individual pieces whether they are essays or poems or stories or scripts. Some do it to make a living. Is that different from those of us that write because we enjoy it?

Money, or lack of it seems to occupy my mind and even heart at times. I don’t sleep well. I worry about the next meal or paying the phone bill. I am not alone.

When something takes over your life, everything is a challenge. All you focus on is that thing. Some will say “its just dedication.” But it isn’t.

It becomes obsession and you start to miss things, especially as they relate to other people. Oh...you don’t mean to be that way – ignoring signs or being “short” with others. But it happens anyway.