Don't ask me what kind of writer I want to be. I don't know. I don't have any ideas for books, for great American novels or children's stories. I don't have an outline, a plan or a goal. In fact, I really just like writing. In the end of my life, I might just have a bunch of disconnected prompts and ideas written down and that will be ok. Because the stuff I have written down matters to me and maybe it will matter to my children too. Maybe they will take these little snippets and read them to their kids and they will laugh and cry over the memories. Maybe they will get to know me better because of them. Maybe they will get to know themselves better because of them. But whatever happens with these writings of mine, I am grateful for the chance to write. I am grateful to get these thoughts on paper and to have some clarity. I am grateful for the few pieces I have had published and the feedback I have gotten back from friends and strangers. Because it makes me happy to be able to touch people through my writing. So, in the end, writing is my therapy and my release and that is my goal, I guess. And my outline and my plan.
My supportive writing friend, Jonelle, said this should be on the dust jacket of my book. Good times.