I keep thinking about a conversation I had with my sister’s friend on Saturday. She was telling me how her son, who just made his Holy Communion, loves to write. He so loves it that one recent morning when his mother told him it was raining outside and that Field Day at school would probably be cancelled, he said, “Yessssss!” She questioned him and he said the teacher had told them they’d be working on their writing all afternoon if Field Day was cancelled.
Two of the best books that address writing — The Artist’s Way and If You Want To Write — tell us as adults to try to recapture that blissfully creative place we experienced in childhood. We created without thinking about marketability and we weren’t weighed down with self-consciousness.
I love the idea of a little boy writing and writing and treasuring the time he gets to do it. It warms my heart.