I’ve had this window open most of the day. I’ve sat down, fingers poised several times.
Nothing.
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I like writing, when I can. As in, when I am able to find words and thoughts and ideas and the best composition with which to share them.
I value that which is well-written. I take great pride when I am the one to produce such a thing. It just seems to come far more infrequently than I’d like.
I’ve taught students about writing. We say: write and keep writing.
Books for writers says: Write and write and keep writing. (They may also talk about getting an agent, but that isn’t relevant here.)
So I write:
- grocery lists
- prayers
- what to pack
- wish lists
- meal plans
- schedules
- cute stuff my kids do
- infuriating stuff my kids do
- stuff that I do, cute or otherwise
- questions
- opinions.
Might as well start there.










