|I write to celebrate life.|
It’s Friday night and a whole long week is behind me. It was jammed-packed with opportunities that stem because I write. Speaking, video taping my classroom work, a visit with an author-friend, a plan to launch my new book — all of these things happened because I write.
But I don’t write because of what I get. I write because it makes me more complete. I write to understand the world and people and faith. I write to document and record and remember the ordinary stories. I write to take the small moments and find the big meaning.
I write to make the most of this one little life of mine.
Everything else (the books and the speaking and the connections) are just sweet icing on the cake. The writing, though, it always gives more than it takes.