Tuesday, January 15, 2008

"Whether a story is to be marketed for grownups or for children, the writer writes for himself, out of his own need, otherwise the story will lack reality."
~Madeline L'Engle, Walking on Water

I wrote two novels in high school because I could. I wrote poetry because I couldn't paint. I take pictures because I cannot describe all that I see. And yet, there is still something in me that aches to be expressed. I wonder if that inexplicable longing is what defines my reality. I can't touch it. I can't describe it. It just is. It is the essence of my being. It is hope, it is love, it is joy, it is fear and pain and not knowing.

I think it is why I keep writing.

It is my story.


Tricia said...

What did you do with those novels, Kelly?

Kelly Sauer said...

Tried to get them published, then put them away. It's funny reading them now - I knew the form I was writing, but not the life behind it. I'm glad they weren't published, even if my vocabulary was extensive. :-P

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