Some days I write because I made a commitment.
Some days I write because I think it may keep me from being committed.
Some days I write because I have something I want to share.
Some days I write because I am working out my life in words.
Some days I write because the world’s beauty needs words.
Some days I write because the world’s ugliness needs words.
Some days I write because misery loves company.
Some days I write because I want to share my joy.
I’m slicing away at my life with words.
There’s no time for this.
I am working out the world around me.
I must make time–
To help me live my life with more
I have written in different genres.
I have written about school, my children, my stress, the world.
I have been more disciplined than I have ever been,
even more disciplined than I was for the three weeks of the Kennesaw Mountain Writing Project.
The seed has germinated.
I am growing.
One day I won’t need an audience,
but I’ll always want one.
A community of writers
helps us all grow.
I’m writing right now
to avoid assessing
the writing of others.