If I did build myself a writing space, the most important piece would be a soft place to land for my most helpful writing partner, my sweet dog who is referenced in the poem contributed to this issue.
I was given the advice early on as a young writer to “do anything else if I could” and “only pursue writing if I absolutely had to.” I think that’s terrible advice, even though I did feel like I had to. Woe to me (and everyone around me) if I’m not writing.
For me, if something (an emotion, an idea, an opinion) is not written down, then it doesn’t exist. So I create in order to keep myself alive.
I began writing poetry as a fifth grader in elementary school. I knew then there was something valuable in being able to create with language.
With poetry I need empty space; I need time to breathe and stare out the window. That doesn’t happen most days, but by writing a couplet a day, I might be awake enough to recognize the poetry when it comes.