January 10, 2025

I'm a writer. In that vain, often when speaking with someone, I'm asked, "what kind of writing do you do?" For a long time I would answer with, “I'm a non-fiction writer. Taking history, biographies, books, poetry and real world events and telling a story.” What I enjoy most is finding people who have done something with their lives. How they changed lives, improved the world in some way or made a name for themselves. I simply love to learn about other people.

In private, I knew my writing was not about other people. Instead, it was what these people and stories were telling me. The truth is, I write what I most need to hear. And read. I write what I struggle with. I write the blog I wish I found. Circumstances in life have shown me that if I’m going through this, someone else is also. So, I share my writing. With flaws, incorrect grammar and poor sentence structure. Because getting better at anything requires a devoted effort to do it. I'm getting my reps in.

Years may be well behind me, and I'll still sit behind, well, in front of this desk, staring down an empty page and typewriter keys. This is my piano. This desk is my workshop. This home library I'm in, is my lab and I have to be in here to do the work. So when something hits me, I'm in the space to capture and experiment with it, the way Thomas Edison explained his genius. He was just devoted to the work, as we all should be.

So now, yes I still write non-fiction. But I write what I need so that I can have meaning in life. Not just writing but what comes with it. Learning. Reading. Exploring. Meeting new people. Living an interesting life.

For a long time I kept that a secret - that I write what my soul needs to read. I procrastinated on now realizing its use, in my life, every day.