Writing

 I find that writing sort of bubbles up from my subconscious mind one day. It's not like I can force myself to write and good stuff comes out, it's more like breathing or walking. It sort of comes naturally to me. But, then again if you are getting paid to write that too creates a completely different dynamic. When I first began to write as a child it was to try to understand the complete chaos of the world better. I was an only child and with good parents and a grandmother at home to raise me then in the 1950s. My parents were ministers and didn't drink or smoke so they could be usually nicer than folks who got drunk on beer or wine then a lot and smoked a pack of cigarettes or more every single day.

So, I was lucky I didn't have brothers or sisters to beat me up or to bond with me either in some ways. Being an only child is the most like being the oldest child of the family too.

So, writing was a way for me to make some sense of what I perceived to be a pretty unfriendly world with people so crazy then that they might kill you either accidentally or on purpose.

Though my father was valedictorian of his senior High school Class he wasn't allowed to go to college by his father during the Great Depression. So, even though he went to technical school to become an electrician at nights when young he didn't study the social sciences like psychology, social science, Anthropology, Philosophy and others.

So, my saving grace as a 20 something and beyond was to find and study psychology which helped me to better deal with what was happening in my own life and to the world in general. The study of first Philosophy and then Psychology and Cultural Anthropology really saved my young life. Because I was finally able to make some sense of what was happening to me and this saved my young life.

Writing and asking questions and looking for answers is a way to save your own life too.

By God's Grace