“What possible relation can there be between living something and telling it?” – Carlos Fuentes
Well, I am going to give it a try.
I started writing a book when I was 21, on yellow lined paper, about 5x8 inches, sitting outside the Luxor Temple at night. Today, I have a printed draft of the novel, folded horizontally inside my briefcase. The corners are worn. The first page is torn. There's writing in the margins. But I keep going. The pages have probably traveled as far as the stories within them.
I'm stubbornly optimistic. More curious than judgmental. I remember dates. And details. I love buying art supplies, but I have an aircraft galley cart full of unopened ones because I’m intimidated by where to begin. So here we are.
The other day, my five-year-old typed her first words. Her name. Then her sister's. Then family, teachers, unicorn, and rainbow. She's been watching me. So now it's my turn to come back to the keyboard.
Welcome to Dear Echo, a place where I will explore the idea that the lives our children witness become part of the voices they carry with them.
"You don't have to see where you're going, you don't have to see your destination or everything you will pass along the way. You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice on writing, or life, I have ever heard.” -