A writer without a pen and notepad? Why that’s like a photographer without their favorite camera.-Sparkly Girl
Yes, before I post anything I write it out in my notebook. I carry that thing with me everywhere. I just never know when the mood to write will strike. I literally freak out when I can’t find a pen. Seriously, I freak the fuck out!
Writer. I remember the first time I heard that word to describe me. It was Beck that said it. My sweet Beck. My Westland Homey. I told her I’d written a little something for Austin, her son that was leaving for Marine boot camp. I planned to read it at his going away party.
We sat around the fire pit, everyone was drinking, laughing. Having a good time. It’d been awhile since I’d hung out with my Swim Mommas. We’re a bawdy bunch of broads. But we love each other fiercely. The night was warm, but mild. The fire bright. The company good. The conversation plentiful. And there was moonshine. Of course I had to have a sip!
I stood up, grabbed Aus and pulled him close to the fire. We were standing there with everyone just watching us. Beck told everyone to shut the hell up. She said, listen to Nae. She’s a writer and she wrote something for Aus. It wasn’t much. Just a sweet goodbye, to tell him how proud we all were of him. I ended it with the words Semper Fi! He teared up. So did I. I hugged that boy hard! Everyone clapped and cheered. Standing there hugging that young man in front of my friends, I really did feel like I was, a writer….. That my words mattered.
As I write this, I think about that evening. It brings back that feeling, that rush. I know there is nothing in this world quite like the feeling I get when I write. Nothing….