I think some writers—and I don’t think it’s just me—feel like they’d write even if nobody ever read their work. (Disclaimer: I LOVE when you read my work.) The urge and the desire to write comes not from a need to tell a story, but maybe to understand our own. I write a lot—these newsletters, essays, books of essays, lesson plans and pages and pages of words that are only for me. And those are the words that help me try to make meaning of my existence as a human. Because who can figure that out all alone? Rarely me.
May on Writual
May on Writual
May on Writual
I think some writers—and I don’t think it’s just me—feel like they’d write even if nobody ever read their work. (Disclaimer: I LOVE when you read my work.) The urge and the desire to write comes not from a need to tell a story, but maybe to understand our own. I write a lot—these newsletters, essays, books of essays, lesson plans and pages and pages of words that are only for me. And those are the words that help me try to make meaning of my existence as a human. Because who can figure that out all alone? Rarely me.