Tweet {photo credit} I used to write the way it felt to run against the wind or swim against the current. I wrote to please. I wrote to entertain (and I hope I still do, knock on wood). And I wrote to prove something. I wrote against what felt natural to me. And it was a struggle. But recently I used my calling to write. And when I did, my fingers worked like rapid fire on the keyboard and my words poured out from my heart. A few times, I wrote an entire story in one day and had a…