One
of my least favorite classes in high school was the required Essay
Composition course. As our school was very large, these required
courses were always full. There were somewhere between 100 and 120
students in my essay class. We sat in alphabetical order, which
meant I sat right behind my sister. She was a year ahead of me and
got A's and B's on each paper, while I had straight C's.
There
wasn't anything personal in this class. The teacher lectured to the
entire group, then assigned our work. She didn't even read the
papers herself, but had professional paid graders reading them. If
it hadn't been for an amazing poetry teacher, my writing may not have
ever gone beyond grocery lists and notes to the parents in my
kindergarten class.
I
never planned to be a writer.
After
I was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease in 2007, I began journaling
to help process this new challenge in my life. At the same time, I
had a friend who was helping me to see the humorous side of
everything in life, especially our challenges. This led to a few
crazy articles which another friend showed to my neurologist.
Eventually, I put them altogether in a blog www.studiofoxhoven.com.
I was still self-conscious about my writing and so my blog, or
journal, was hidden in the middle of my website about art, craft
work, and teaching.
Though,
to me, having a blog is mostly just a place to store my writing in
case my computer crashes, I've had a few letters from other people
with Parkinson's disease or other challenges write lovely letters to
me, telling me how inspired they were by my articles.
Last
summer, something else happened and this has sent me on a new path.
A friend of mine does a lot of volunteer work in Nepal. Through him,
a young woman contacted me and asked me to write her story. She is
one of the many women who were forced into prostitution as a child.
How could I say no? She sent audio recordings to me, telling me her
story in her broken English. I listened and spent a lot of time
researching her country. The result is a short biography in a simple
prose/poetry style. The profits from the book, Ishwori,
go directly to this lovely young woman in Nepal.
As
soon as Ishwori was being printed, a young woman from
Kazakhstan contacted me and asked for help telling her story. Then,
a young man from Uganda contacted me, again, asking for help with his
story. These two will do much of the writing themselves, but what a
privilege it it to work with these young people and hear their
stories!
The
internet has given writers an opportunity to practice writing and
share our work. This is a fascinating time to be a writer. Through
the internet we can connect with people all over the world. I can
have Facebook friends who live in a shack village in Kathmandu.
Through the internet, one friend taught me to speak some Nepali.
My
diagnosis of Parkinson's disease has not limited my life, it has
given me the motivation to write and has stretched my world to
include many more people than I ever imagined knowing. It was also
challenged me to constantly improve my writing.
In
the process, I've discovered something nice. I write because I
really, truly enjoy it.
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