I like the “unlimited” feeling of writing; in the sense that you can’t run out of words. Although the “right” word loves to escape my short-term memory.
Hopefully I won’t deplete my supply of words or ideas. It’s ridiculously easy to derail my train of thought, however. I wonder how many times each day (or each paragraph) I lose track of what I was planning to do, or say?
If you Google how many words are in the English language, the count stood at 171,146 (currently in use) and 47,156 (obsolete words). Thank you, BBC News, for that 2018 statistic! So I’ve got many words still waiting their turn to be used.
Writing (blogging in this case) is an art with a practically endless well of raw materials from which to use your creative license! I love that.
Do something that you love to do… why not?
“Do work that you love, and then you’ll never work a day in your life.” — Confucius. Or Mark Twain. Or somebody else.
Moreover, when God gives any man wealth and possessions, and enables him to enjoy them, to accept his lot and be happy in his work — this is a gift of God.
(Ecclesiastes 5:19)
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