My Writing Experience

I began writing for publication about six years ago. It was something I had hoped to do upon retirement. I understood at that point one could self publish, something that really only required grit and a love for the art.

Since about 15 years of age, writing and speaking were  aspects of my life I found very meaningful. It didn’t start off well as my confirmation speech in Sunday school was done with my knees knocking. Afterwards, it slowly, and at times quickly, got better.

The occasions in which I wrote and spoke varied over the course of my life. Early on it was debate and what we called student congress in high school.

Over the rest of my life, it consisted of occasional eulogies and celebratory milestones at work, i.e., my 5th anniversary. People frequently responded favorably to those talks.

After the publication of three books of memoirs, I’ve gotten to the point in my life at 75, given the intensity of the book publishing process, where I prefer only writing in the blogosphere. It’s not only gratifying to write frequently to my readers, but it’s an added plus to have readers all over the world.

Improving my communication is an important aspect of my life. I’m giving it its due. I think this is where the good Lord wants me to be.

I resonate with what Virginia Woolf said of writing: “Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”