I’ve been thinking about us women and our writing habits. What are you writing? Are you writing? Are you writing enough?
If you’re like me, not enough. I’ve been writing—a little; professoring—a lot. But I want to write more.
Many days I am a woman who wishes to write but cannot. Sure, I’ve been published. But many days I feel stifled. The female writing experience has often kept us closeted writers. Life experiences make it so we are unable to find our way, and we began to feel uncertain, displaced, and frustrated when we can’t find the time we need to write.
Yet writing is a healing place where we can collect the bits and pieces, where we can put them together. It is a sanctuary, a safe place. Most of the women I talk to write because we need to make sense of the world we live in. Writing is a way to clarify, figure out, interpret.
So, in 2021, I’m returning to the roots of what I do, which is to help myself and women like me find voice, because coming to written voice at all against complex odds is an exhausting achievement.
“We do not write because we must; we always have a choice. We write because language is the way we keep ahold on life.” – bell hooks (p. 13 Remembered Rapture)