A title at our school book fair caught my eye, and though my two-year-old didn't leave much time or energy for reading, I could not resist. After one page, I could not put it down. I'd never read a book so quickly, devouring every word. That book was My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, and she had inspired me. I tried to start writing, and I struggled. I was teaching full-time, and I had two kids. I was frustrated, so I emailed Jodi, because I am bold like that. I asked her how she was able to spend so much time writing with a life so similarly busy in comparison to my own. Much to my amazement, I got a reply ten minutes later. Among other bits of advice, she revealed this:
That was six years ago, and I will be honest in saying that I didn't quite understand what she meant. I had ideas, and I had some skill, and I really wanted to write. When all was said and done, though, if I didn't get some writing done, I was okay with that."I can't not write. I have too much to say."
That was then, and this is now. I understand what Jodi was talking about now, because I feel the same way. I am coming off one of the busiest weeks of my school year so far, full of evening commitments, and I have struggled to squeeze in time to write. My arms ache, like words are stuck inside, waiting to come out. I feel better when I write, and I am so fortunate to have discovered that. For me, I guess it took a tragedy to ignite that spark into a full-fledged flame that will light the way for my future.
So, thanks Jodi. It took six years, but I get it now. I, too, can't help but write. I also have too much to say.