Tackled 3 bookstores today. A total of 8 hours — while we waited for brother to be done with his shift work.
Found a notebook for middle child, who hasn’t written at home .. for months and months. She used to walk around with her nose buried in a notebook, scribbling about her daily life.
When she finally sat down to write, she said she didn’t know what to do, how to start. Gave her a quick launching lesson, then summed up a why it’s so important for her..
My talk, as captured from my own Notebook:
“You should always be capable of writing for yourself — not for someone else, not for grades, not for scores, but entirely and wholly for yourself — to please yourself.
Your language, your thoughts, they belong to you. And if you have trouble composing them for yourself, then you need to pause and figure this out. Figure out how to talk to yourself, how to think for yourself, how to write for yourself, with you as your audience. No one else.
Society, school, parents, friends, ourselves — we’ve all done enough damage and discourage. Don’t let it be a complete and thorough annihilation of you, your voice. Because who when would you ever get it back?
Do you really want to wander through this world without a voice? For even yourself to hear?”