Hello! It's been a while and I apologize. Although writing still consumes me, three months is a long time to disregard my blog. So, here is a piece.
I said to my peers at work the other day in regards to writing, "Y'all have children. You already have left something behind. I don't have kids. Writing is my way of leaving something behind." I don't think my words sank in because the looks on their faces reflected they had forgotten what their lives were like without children.
But, it's true. I want to leave words behind. Words are just as tangible as a house, a picture album, or family home videos. My words are my family. I mold and cultivate my pieces to what I want them to be, just as parents do to their children. I'm sure all writers do the same. Don't they? However, those of us with no offspring offer a different beauty, a different addition to this big world.
We offer feelings, confusions, doubts, ideas, and emotions all intertwined with a hope others see us just as we see the reflection of parents in their children. My words are indeed my children, and I hope you can see me reflected in them!
*Random thought - In addition to your children, what else are you contributing to the world?
