Comments to kids
Notes to colleagues
Why I Write:
To keep in touch
To Give Encouragement
To Leave a Mark
To Record My History
But really, I write because I always wanted to be Harriet. You remember Harriet...Harriet the Spy ? After I read that book, my life changed. I took my little writer's notebook and roamed our neighborhood, spying on the neighbors and writing down what I saw. I wanted to be Harriet.
Eventually, that writer's notebook became a diary. I wrote down inconsequential things that meant nothing to no one. I remember keeping real feelings locked inside and only wrote down what I thought people wrote in diaries.
Mrs. Henke and Creative Writing entered my life in high school and along with her a love of writing poetry (notice I didn't say a love of teaching poetry). My diary became a journal (really--what is the difference if it still is full of the inconsequential), and my writing became the fluff of silly teenage girls everywhere.
With college and an English minor, I wrote as I imagined the great writers wrote. Stuffy. I hated it. And writing left my life for a good long time.
Except, of course, for the annual Christmas letter, which I tried to make as creative as possible.
And, now, I'm back. Writing for me. Writing because I can't imagine not writing. Writing about life so the world (well, mostly the grandkids) knows I was here. Writing so others know I cared.
But, seriously, I write because deep down, I still want to be Harriet!