Write now

I had a conversation with a young woman recently who said she wanted to be a writer. I asked what she was writing about now and she replied that right now she is not writing because so much is going on in her life. Her brother recently passed, then there was this circumstance, and that one, and she had a baby, she was busy, and still the pain of her brother's passing.

I understand. I do. And that's why we write. That's what we write about. Our right now. Writers write. Through our pain, love, frustrations, bills, hunger, repossessions, successes, disconnections, faults, failures, blames, gas, parents, siblings, three day pay or quit notices, losses, gains. Through it all, we write. Because. We need to say it. Someone needs to read it.