Yesterday I had a chance to get together with a writing cohort I've been a part of for the last 2 years. We are almost finished with our classwork and then we will all receive our critical literacy certificate. Basically this means we've learned a lot about writing and will be resources for our district. Through this cohort we all had a chance to go to Summer Institute put on through the Minnesota Writing Project. During the institute we always started our day with a writing prompt. So in true fashion, we had a writing prompt (at the end) that was fitting for us: Why do you write? Here was my response (in 5 minutes!):
Today I write for me. I write to remember, mostly. I write so I know what happened when. I write to remember what C or A said to me that day. I write to get a load off my chest. You know those days-those long days, hard days; the days where something someone said gets you all riled up. I write then, too.
It's hard to write for others. It's hard to write what someone wants when it's not what you want. I get stuck then. I suppose I write for others all the time, now, since I have this blog.
But mostly it is for me. Selfishly me.