The end of the school year is coming up. I remember being a kid in elementary school and how exciting the last day of the last semester could be. Sometimes the air felt full of magic. We cleaned out our lockers and desks, threw away trash, turned in books and took home leftover supplies.

The left over supplies would sit in my satchel singing to me until I could unpack them in my bedroom. I would shut my door, crawl onto my mattress and carefully take all the papers and pens out of my bag. I had clean paper that I had not used up by \recording facts or writing notes to my friends or drawing pictures of royal women in beautiful ball gowns. I had a zipper pouch of black and blue ink pens, colored pencils and several crayons still in working order.

I would rub my hand over the smooth white surface of the paper and my mind would immediately feel words forming in my head and scramble to get to my hand, the one that had grabbed up the blue pen before I even knew it was going to happen.

Sometimes the best beginning for something new is the ending of something old. Grab some clean white paper, your favorite pen, and let your mind find “the zone.”

Congratulations. You have received a post card from the muse.

Nandy Ekle


Why Do I Write


Why Do I Write

From time to time I run across a writing exercise that asks the question, “Why do you write?” I have read other people’s answers, and they are as varied as face shapes. Some people write to make money, some write for release, some write for therapy.

I thought about my answer. Why do I write? I write to tell a story. I write to connect with people. I write for the fun of it. I write because I can’t stop. However, I think my favorite reason to write is the rush I get from creating. I love to sit with my hands on computer keys and my eyes pointed at the monitor. I get a thrill to feel a rush of words flow from my brain to my hands and then onto the screen. I get a little giddy when I come out of my “zone” long enough to realize that several pages have appeared and I had no idea I was even doing anything.

So, why do you write? Do any of the reasons mentioned above describe you, or is there a new one?

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

Nandy Ekle