Maybe it’s because I’m a writer so people are prone to tell me this but it seems everyone wants to write a book. Mostly they want to write their life story. Maybe not all of it, but there are always a few memorable events — being high-jacked over Africa, surviving a childhood illness, catching the garage on fire — they want others to know about before too much time passes.
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Sailing around Swampscott, Massachusetts, a charming little town nestled fifteen miles up the coast from Boston, I looked out on the water and wondered, “who am I?” That the thought first occurred to me the summer I lost my job in 1999 was itself a mystery. Up until then, it was either defined by my place in my family, my relationships, my job, my community, etc.
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Second only to my love of writing comes reading a good book. When my own pen stalls on the page, I know it’s time to pick up a good book and see what someone else has to say. There’s always a good tip on style, voice or rhythm that inspires me to keep writing.
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The late 1990s were a dark time for me. My mother was in her third round of treatment for a rare form of cancer and her mother, who lived with her, had suffered a debilitating stroke. My job was secure, but an ambitious decision to go to law school at night required me to spend four nights a week in Baltimore.
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It’s a new year and several of my friends have asked me what they need to do to develop a journaling practice. My first thought: patience and empathy. It takes a bold writer to keep a journal but it is the best writing you will ever do.
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