After a long day at work, and battling the crushing waves of writers block. I take comfort in this one thought that came to me on the long drive through the snow covered roads to work.
“A day without writing is like a summer without rain.”
Without constant practice any skill I have attained will not grow it will only wither and die. And so I keep writing though the words come out mangled and wrong. I keep writing even if its only a little every day and hope this rain will help me grow.