Fuel

I recently posted this picture on Facebook/Instagram of the 108-year-old window in the dining room of our century home.

This glorious view of pink blooms filling the window is mine for a precious few weeks in late April every year. This view fills me with intense joy. The kind of joy that can’t be defined with words, but joy that my soul can interpret, subsequently filling me with bliss and a profound sense of beauty.

That joy – that sense of beauty – is fuel to the soul of a writer. It becomes the key that unlocks words crying out to be written and releases stories that have been held too long within the confines of our own minds.

So, today, fill your soul with as much joy and beauty as you possibly can, and be assured, at some point, that joy and beauty will flow from you and onto the page.