This blog is about the writer’s passion, writing what you love and loving what you write—or it’s supposed to be. Writing should also be fun.

My passion is not to write about writing. I do enjoy it, but there are so many great blogs out there about writing—fiction, technique, freelance, style, non-fiction—the topics are endless.

After a lot of soul searching (and putting it off for years) I’ve finally decided to go with my passion—health and well-being. I’ve spent the last few weeks getting the site ready for launch. There will be some crossover between this blog and that one. How can you keep up with your passion for writing if the body, mind and spirit are not in alignment?

What does all of that have to do with the Law of Attraction? Well since I’ve decided to go with my niche passion, the comments I’ve been getting from my posts at BloggingTips and here as well, have mostly been from people who are in the same niche—something related to health, well-being or personal development.

I didn’t actively set out to start attracting these people—yet, but we do inadvertently attract those things that we desire. When The Law of Attraction is set in motion and on purpose—just imagine what it can do. I’ll probably have more on that in another post—at a later date.

Since this blog is about writing and passion, I want to hear from you. I invite you to write a guest post about your passion. Tell us why you write, what your favorite topic/niche is. You can write this as a story, or as a bio type post. Just share your love of writing with us.

You can read the guest guidelines at the Guest Blogging page. Don’t worry—they aren’t too strict.

Oh, I’ll announce my new blog soon—so check back in!

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This is a rare Sunday post. I didn’t set out to post today—well not really—but I found some great reads today that I thought worthy of sharing.

Lake Lopez—actually, Lake found me, but I’m so glad he did. Be sure to check out all of his blog because he has some very amusing stuff there. Don’t let that fool you though; he’s a serious writer as well.

7 Steps to Playing a Much Bigger Game. This is a blog post on The Launch Coach, and I haven’t read the entire site—but it looks very promising from what I have read.

I know this is a short list—but it’s the quality that counts—not the quantity.

Hope you enjoy!

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This blog is about passion, not how great we are as writers. Being great comes with age—there has to be passion before there can be greatness. With that being said, there are people, who I consider top notch and leaders in their field of writing, tell me I’m a great writer; published writers even.

I don’t see it but everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion. Being great is not on top of my list. I have no desire to attain the status of a Hemingway or a Stephen King. Why? Because, {drumroll} I simply love to write. I’d write even if I totally sucked at it—and looking at some of my early writings, I pretty much did suck at it—but I kept writing. I had to. Not writing is like holding back flood waters; sand bags only work to a point. I’ve walked away on occasion, but the passion to write simply wouldn’t die.

So, if I don’t think I’m that great of a writer, how do I have the self-confidence to keep doing it? Well, a lot of the self-confidence comes from the fact that most things are like fine wine and improve with age. I keep writing so I will improve my skills and style. I have self-confidence because a few people actually enjoy my style of writing—and who am I to deprive them of that? Okay, that was a wee bit of self-gloat there. My apologies.

I write because I’m an information hog and I honestly enjoy sharing information. I have self-confidence because I don’t care what other people think of my writing. Oh, that sounds cocky doesn’t it? It’s not really. I have thick skin and can take constructive criticism—but in the end, what I think is more important than what anyone else thinks. People have the option to not read my writing. It’s their choice. My choice is to write—and write I will.

As a Course Presenter for Fear of Writing, I come in contact with many writers who are simply afraid to take that stand and let the words flow. Some don’t feel that their writing is worthy of being read or shared. Some fear criticism because that’s all they’ve experienced.

I believe that anyone who has an unwavering passion to write has the ability to become great. They key is to write—write every day—write, write, write. No one is great coming out of the gate (see? I could be a poet too). It takes practice, persistence and passion—we could call it the 3P’s to greatness.

So how do they get the self-confidence to write? They write. The only way to get over fear or self-doubt is to write. It’s not an easy task, but it is a must-do task.

My point is you don’t have to be great to write—just write. The self-confidence will build itself every time you write. It helps to have a support group too. I run a small writer’s support group where we check in daily, share in our passion and support one another. It’s not about how great our work is; it’s about encouraging each other to write.

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Just sharing a classic today. Enjoy!

Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’sSun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

“VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Courtesy of: http://www.newseum.org/yesvirginia/

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