The Write To Me Project

MY DAUGHTER has reservations about her English teacher. I raised her on tales of an inspirational English master, who introduced me to lofty tales I never dreamed might exist, then encouraged me to write even taller yarns in yellow-covered exercise books. The man single-handedly turned me into a writer. In doing so, he tossed me the keys to a lifetime's enjoyment and – to varying degrees over time – a livelihood. 

I was saddened beyond measure when Olivia told me that the creative writing part of her school English lessons lacked any kind of spark, left her uninspired. And that is how the Write To Me project was born. It started with a sputter, as our Christmas journeying got in the way. But with New Year it has become a regular fixture. The format is simple: each week one of us chooses a title. We both write something to that and present it on Saturday to the other. I collect the result in a folder on my desktop. There are no rules, other than that what we create is written. 

In this blog I shall publish my pieces. If Olivia wants one of hers to appear, it shall. If not, it shall not. What we write can be short or long, poetry, prose, reportage or any assemblage of words we choose. All that matters is that we write.