HEY, next week is my older sister’s birthday. She’s the one who, 50 years ago, suggested I write a letter to my grandmother who had just that day left us to go live in NYC with her sister.
I had been crying for hours. Everyone else in the house had gone to another room to get away from it, but my sister poked her head around the corner.
“Why don’t you write her a letter?”
I poured my heart out in 3 short sentences. I don’t know what I wrote, but when I was done, I wasn’t crying anymore. I count this as my first writing lesson.
Q: If you write, what was your earliest clue that you may be a writer? Leave a comment (below) or send me an email, whichever you like.