Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Did you know that when I was younger, I wanted to be a writer? Writing came easy for me, and I loved everything about it... the brainstorming, the organizing and planning, the spilling over of words and colors and ideas onto paper / computer screen, and the rush of it all coming together. Even the ruthless editing! LOVE! I shared that dream with one of my daughters yesterday, and she asked me why I never wrote anything. I thought about it a minute, and shrugged, "I never had anything to say."
I never had anything to say.
Liar. I mean, you're reading this, now, on a blog, so that's something. But does it have to be epic and life-changing, the great American novel, to be something?