"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.
2 comments:
What did you do with those novels, Kelly?
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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