Thursday, May 11, 2006
Why I Write Now
Some people write to make sense of a world gone wrong. Some write to tell themselves a story. Others write because the only way to silence the voices in their head is to give those characters a voice on the page.
I write for my three girls, especially my oldest daughter whose love for a good adventure rivals my own, who inspired me to give voice to the stories in my head, and who read so often as a little girl we were forced to give her the same rule my mother gave me: No reading at the dinner table.
Can hardly believe that little girl is all grown up. Here she is dressed to the nines for prom, and looking very much like a character from one of the books she read and reread as a little girl.