On being a writer...

I believe in the preservation of things. Of memories, of pictures, of evidences of a life well lived. 

I started writing at 10. I have continued for over 30 years. I have won awards, rocked a mic, published in newspapers, published in poetry books, read for kids, written for friends, blogged; starting before it was cool. I have saved it all. I have saved all of my leather bounds and notepads and three ring binders. I am a keeper of memories. 

One day, when I am dead, someone will be tasked with going through my personal effects. They will not need to wonder what my life was like nor what I was thinking. It will be a great story and a full-on treasure hunt. 

I am not so arrogant as to believe that I made a huge impression on this blue globe; nor am I so ignorant as to think that nothing I have done has mattered. I found my place somewhere in that gentle sweet spot of a life well lived and perfect anonymity. 

I am in Colorado closing chapters and wrapping up memories. Not because I am dying but because I am getting ready to evolve.

I am molting.

And documenting as I go. 

It's great to be a writer. 

Dewb