Friends, I feel like the rare writer who did not dream of becoming one. Many of my counterparts speak of writing out stories with crayons, taking a multitude of English courses or getting an MFA right out of college. I was also fascinated by creative writing. I was excited by the challenges teachers would dream up for us. I kept a folder of all the things I was most proud to have written. But it never once occurred to me that I could pay my bills by becoming a writer. In my mind that kind of thing was reserved for talent as large as Toni Morrison.
Just being alive brings me great joy as I live with stage 4 breast cancer. Next month will be the start of my 5th year of living with MBC which is remarkable.
Well this post resonated! I literally started writing a “novel” on Wednesday (Nov. 1), but gave up because l watched a Toni Morrison documentary the next day and lost any confidence I had after learning of her brilliance. But maybe I should still do this novel in 30 days thing?
Music brings me joy. Gardening and yard work (when the weather is nice). Quilting and sewing for others. Making and delivering food to the home-bound and visiting with them.
Just being alive brings me great joy as I live with stage 4 breast cancer. Next month will be the start of my 5th year of living with MBC which is remarkable.
Well this post resonated! I literally started writing a “novel” on Wednesday (Nov. 1), but gave up because l watched a Toni Morrison documentary the next day and lost any confidence I had after learning of her brilliance. But maybe I should still do this novel in 30 days thing?
It is only the beginning. Thank you.
Strolling, cuddling my cat, watching the ever-changing sky, a conversation with a friend
Music brings me joy. Gardening and yard work (when the weather is nice). Quilting and sewing for others. Making and delivering food to the home-bound and visiting with them.
A few things bringing me joy include: planting 4 native trees, tending the land around me and today I made candles for thr first time.