I write because…hmmm…I don’t know (smile). I have never really given much thought to it. Maybe it’s because it’s in me and I love doing it! I’m at peace when I write. I write because maybe there’s a Focused sense of urgency. Throughout my life I remember my mom ‘writing‘ her book. Her story. She wrote in hardcover note books, pieces of paper, typewriter. Then years later she died with her story still inside.
I write because my sister too wanted to write her story. Ravished by cancer, she was hardly able to concentrate. A teacher by profession, she wrote in journals, in her phone, computer, anything she could get her hands on. Then as death drew near, she voiced her writings.
But for me as I reflect on this prompt, I now write with that sense of urgency to get what’s inside of me ….what I’m pregnant with……
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