I Don't Really Do Anything

That Is How I Came To Think That Heavy And Hard Was The Beginning Of Living, Real Living; And Though I Might Not End Up With A Mark On My Cheek, I Had No Doubt That I Would End Up With A Mark Somewhere.

I Wrote Home To Say How Lovely Everything Was, And I Used Flourishing Words And Phrases, As If I Were Living Life In A Greeting Card - The Kind That Has A Satin Ribbon On It, And Quilted Hearts And Roses, And Is Expected To Be So Precious To The Person Receiving It That The Manufacturer Has Placed A Leaf Of Plastic On The Front To Protect It.

So Much History, If You Or I Were To Write It, Could Seem A Fiction. These Separations, These Lines That Tell Us This Is Fiction Or Non-fiction, That This Is History Or This Is A Novel, Are Often Useless.

I Love Planting. I Love Digging Holes, Putting Plants In, Tapping Them In. And I Love Weeding, But I Don't Like Tidying Up The Garden Afterwards.

I Can Write Anywhere. I Actually Wrote More Than I Ever Did When I Had Small Children. My Children Were Never A Hindrance.