Having silenced my inner critic, I began to romance the writer in me by churning out simple, short, inspirational one-liners. The sense of liberation and release I felt was instant and incredible. I felt as if I had been led to an oasis after decades of draught.
Two books and hundreds of one-liners later, I am still writing, and the inner bully voice is getting fainter and fainter. Most days it is silent now. Talk about cowardice huh!
With the benefit of hindsight, I discovered that what I was missing during those years of draught was not the writing. What I was missing was the fulfilment it brings: the meaning, the self-expression and the sense of accomplishment of knowing that I am honouring God by being who He created me to be.