I Want to Write…

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I want to write.

I want to write because of a fourth-grade reading book that took me from my little first-grade table to the whole wide world.

I want to write because of “The Turkey from Albuquerque,” The Odd Sane Dog, and “Behold the Man.”

I want to write because of Kirby Bunton, Jim Wells, and Brave New World.

I want to write because of the grammar errors I found. On the college English exemption exam.

I want to write because of Dr. Patrick Spurgeon, Dr. Hollis Cate, and Strunk & White.

I want to write because of Ernie Wyatt, The George-Anne, and Dr. Pamela Bourland-Davis.

I want to write because of Ralph McGill, Furman Bisher, and yes, Lewis Grizzard.

I want to write because of J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Max Lucado.

I want to write because of John Milton, Langston Hughes, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway.

I want to write because of William F. Buckley, Thomas Sowell, and “The Perils of Being a Young Conservative.”

I want to write because of Moleskines and Mirado Black Warriors and Pink Pearls.

I want to write because of William Zinsser, Anne Lamott, and Stephen King.

I want to write because of Jeff Goins, Jason Brooks, and Michael Hyatt.

I want to write because some days, I have words that are straining to get out.

I want to write because I can’t draw or paint.

I want to write because it’s crazy to say you’re teaching someone how to do something you don’t do a lot of yourself.

I want to write.

So let’s get to it…