Writing bears witness…What writing brings to my life is clarity and tenderness…it gives me a place to pour out my emotions… to say, I really miss my dad or my mom or my dog….it keeps me sane.
One of the reasons that I must write is that, in a thousand little ways, writing keeps me from abandoning myself. I often feel that my writing is like a cherished best friend who cherishes me and has only my best interests at heart. I usually write when I have something that I need to figure out or sort through.
Writing can be naughty – an act of self-possession. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Writing is about energy, about perfect imperfection, about humanity.
Yes, I write because I must!