Forty years ago, I was in a car accident and, then, a coma. When I came back to consciousness, talking was embarrassing and difficult because I could not find words in my jumbled-up brain. But I could write because writing was a private activity. I could leave a space for the word I couldn’t find and fill it in later. I was writing for my life as I have ever since and, am doing especially now. Maybe you are writing for your life, too? Maybe to change your life, understand it better, or rejoice in it. I “get” that.
Writing grounds me. I write something most every day, storing it on my hard-drive. But I no longer want to bury my thoughts on my computer. Instead, have two desires. I want my thoughts easily available to me and others as a collection in one public place. And, I hope sharing them will create new conversations. So, here I am: Laurel Richardson—A Woman Writer’s World. Pleased to be here. Please join me.–
