Writer of the Week

Writing has always been a fun, casual outlet for me, and although I adored the craft, I never considered myself a “real writer,” whatever that is. When I took Literary Cleveland’s “Developing a Writing Habit” workshop, our prompts were familiar topics—those on which we could flood our pages with overflowing detail before instinctually halting to fear what the reader might think. I wrote freely about my childhood memories in Indiana, my anticipation of motherhood, my love of peanut butter—matters I assumed would be of no interest to anyone but myself. But my classmates’ feedback led me to believe I had a unique voice—one that appealed to people I’d never met before and who actually cared about what happened next. I discovered what a gift it is to share the story that is uniquely your own, and if you have any inkling to tell it, you probably should.