|6 years ago :: Mar 28, 2011 - 5:05PM #1|
When I'm happy, I write about it.
When I'm sad. I write about it.
Writing is like being stretched out on a coach and talking to your psychologist. I voice
myself and learn to understand my feelings.
Writing is my psychologist.
I lost my first wife due to alcohol. For a few days, I was stunned. Then I wrote.
I wrote what I felt like and let my emotions flow out of me.
In this story, I compared the loss to a "Bag of Frozen Peas".
I also have a blog on Beliefnet, where I post a selection of my stories.