It is interesting what motivates

It is interesting what motivates people to write. I have a friend who
blogs when she is upset. It helps her think aloud and brings her to resolution.
I on the other hand go into myself and don't write a thing. Not a single word. I
look at the keyboard and all I see is keys, letters, and symbols. I reject any
"come hither" looks it throws me. Lots of tubbing and reading and thinking puts
me back on my fingertips. My daughter, E, must write. She writes on scraps, full
sheets, the back of bills; anything that can receive ink takes her hand. I think
that it is not so much a creative energy that needs to be released as it is a
survival tactic. She has to write in order to live. It is her air, her food, her
water, her sun. It clothes her and revives her. She writes and rewrites. She
wads up and washes out. I am especially glad that she invites me into her head.
Reading the stories brings a part of her to me that I cannot seem to reach with
my hands. I have always wondered what a real human heart looks like. I think
that I am getting glimpses of it every time she comes to me with a set of papers
in her hand.