Over the break, I bought Judy Reeves' book A Writer's Book of Days. The following is a short inspiration from the introduction of that book:
"My grandmother used to tell me that when we're born God puts His big thumbprint in the middle of our forehead and says, "You're a musician," "You're a baker," "You make pottery," and so on. To some of us, He says, "You, you're a writer." Those of us who were marked as writers (or as musicians or painters or dancers) but have pushed aside the calling of the Muse might as well surrender and do the thing we're meant to do. Otherwise, that longing inside our hearts will never be stilled."
My Muse, bless her heart, keeps yelling at me to write and to create (not that those two things are necessarily exclusive. I mean, to write, we must create).
So, tell me, what's the thumbprint on your forehead?