This morning I woke up at 5 am to nurse Faye. As has become habit for me, I drowsily scanned my phone in the halflight and spotted a note from my not-so-little-anymore little sister, Devan. It was a draft of a cover letter that she wanted me and my two other sisters to read before she sent it off. This is the kind of thing that sisters do best.
The only trouble is, it was the worst cover letter ever. Mostly because it demonstrated that Devan should not, indeed, be applying for administrative jobs at small non-profits.
She should be writing. Not writing and folding flyers and brewing coffee. Just writing.
I told her to start a blog instead. To write every day. To bleed out onto those pages because for some people writing isn’t a matter of choice, it’s a matter of necessity.
Writers don’t need readers, but they sure do help. And I think you guys are going to love this.