This series of letters to my daughter was published a few years ago. I thought I’d share them here with you.
My Dear Elizabeth
In re-reading this book, I couldn’t quite decide whether the advice here on how to live a creative, writerly life was for you or really to remind myself of what I had to do – to encourage you or give myself a kick in the rear.
I decided it was a bit of both. I need to remind myself constantly, as I suspect you do, about the things that are important in life. About the things that make me work better and happier. About – well about almost everything in this book.
I truly enjoy writing for a living and I have no hesitation heading off to the word processor or notebooks to write. I think it’s the very best thing I’ve ever done with my life, a constant struggle to get better, a great learning curve that never goes away and never lets me get bored. And there’s the payoff of course when readers actually pay you to read the output of your mighty writer’s pen. That my dear, is the biggest rush of all.
This is not to say the words roll out kindly every day, or every day is filled with sunshine and light. The more you work, the closer to your soul you get, the harder it is. And there are some amazing inner conversations I have with myself that make me very glad people can’t read my thoughts.
These thoughts though were written for you and latterly I’ve reclaimed them as my own.
With all my love