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Ode to Seuss

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Why I Write

I write because I love it.

I write to keep me sane.

I write when I feel happy

or sad or just mundane.

I write because Hubby says,

“if you neglect to do

writing every single day

your attitude is poo!”

I write ’cause I adore it.

I write because it’s free.

Writing’s a true essential;

costs less than therapy.

I write because I want to.

I write because it’s play.

Sometimes I just write to learn

what my thoughts have to say.

Ask me if I’ll ever stop—

the answer is, I won’t.

And I write because my head

will explode if I don’t.

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I write because I love it.

Why do you write?


Photo credit: Casey Alexander

*revision from earlier post

10 Reasons to Write

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I’m a little behind on the assignments for Writing 101. I’ll explain why in a later post. For now, I’m just trying to catch up. Here’s my answer, in tribute to my hero—the man who first made me fall in love with rhythm and rhyme. Bonus points if you guess who.

Why I Write

I write because I love it.

I write to keep me sane.

I write when I feel happy

or sad or just mundane.

I write because Hubby says,

“if you neglect to do

writing every single day

your attitude is poo!”

I write because I love it.

I write because it’s free.

Writing’s a true essential;

costs less than therapy.

I write because I love it.

I write because it’s play.

Sometimes I write just to learn

what my thoughts have to say.

Ask me if I’ll ever stop—

the answer is, I won’t.

And I write because my head

will explode if I don’t.

***

I write because I love it.

Why do you write?


Photo credit: Casey Alexander

Camp NaNoWriMo

Who’s with me?? 🙂

Don’t forget to pack your flashlight and toilet paper*.

*Not for the outhouse. I plan on TP-ing at least 5 other cabins. You know you wanna do it, too.

P.S., I didn’t write the below–it’s the email they sent me, so you can sign up, too!

 

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This July, grab your gear, kick your inner-editor to the curb, and venture out into the wilds of your imagination. It’s time to track down your wandering muse.

Whether you’re a seasoned Camper here to take on another challenge, or a tentative first-timer looking for a place to pitch your tent, Camp NaNoWriMo is the perfect chance to see what you’re capable of when you have the time and space to create. Ready to go? Sign in right now (you can use your NaNoWriMo username and password!).

 

If you’re worried the trail has gone cold, here are a few reasons to seek out your writing project with Camp this July:

Tracking the muse is always safer in a group.

Camp NaNoWriMo offers 12-person online writing groups, which we call cabins. Meet other writers by being sorted into a cabin based on your age, genre, or goals.

 

Already have a cadre of fellow explorers? We’ve introduced private cabins.

Lure your muse with writing projects of any stripe (or spots).

Camp NaNoWriMo is open to all writing projects. Whether you’re editing a draft or tackling a script, poetry, or novel, Camp NaNoWriMo is the place to seek out those wily words. (We hear rhyming words are best lured with Sweethearts.)

Follow your muse at your own pace.

Camp NaNoWriMo lets you set your own word-count goal, from 10,000 words up to a million. Discover your creative habitat at a pace that works for you: sensing when the winds change, when night falls, and which watering holes your inspiration tends to frequent.

Step into your creative wilds with Camp NaNoWriMo this July. Find your muse. Sign up today.

NaNoWriMo is a year-round challenge to face that blank page and find the words that belong on it. Your story is out there. Let’s find it together.

 

Rebecca Stern

Director of Programs

Be

I don’t generally post my poetry, but found this in one of my old notebooks and I still like it. 

Be

shining daylight for the blind

swift transport for the lame

love for the unlovely ones

balm soothing all in pain

hope for mothers in sorrow

recognition for one ignored

open to hungry homeless

a shield from vicious hordes

life for the man who’s soulless

friendship for the bereft

comfort for grieving soldiers

bright joy for the depressed

a voice for unheard children

in doing this we’ll see

the hands and feet of Jesus

are what we’ve come to

be

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