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Maybe this will resonate for you. Maybe not.
I always wrote. Won prizes for things I wrote in school. Clearly, I was lucky. I wrote to entertain myself and others, to share information, because I never thought not to write.
For one reason or another, I became a lawyer and therapist. After that, writing was a different thing. I also went ahead and lived life, marriage,, family, all that. As John Lennon put it, "Life is what happens ... while you're busy making other plans."
Finally, as I was preparing for the biggest trial of my career, I began to write a novel, just as a way of unwinding after the end of long days. I wrote it because some things had been on my mind, because I needed something quiet to do when all the daily noise subsided, because something had so impressed me, I needed to tell about it.
When I finished it, it was about 400 pages long. The trial began, and I didn't think about what I had written. Afterwards, I mentioned it to a good friend of mine, a children's book writer, who suggested I send it to her agent.
So I did.
The agent loved it, sold it, the film rights went right after publication, and now that's what I do, with a family raised, the law practice running smoothly without my full-time presence, and my life mostly all my own.
But, I tell you this because what worked for me might not work for you. If you say your writing "saves" you, then what you're doing is therapeutic and what my agent calls "pushing away the pain to get to the light." That's good. That's very good.
Here is the caveat: do not ever let the notion of writing get in the way of your being out there living a brimming full, event-filled, even overwhelming and exhausting life. That's what makes a writer, and that's what will save you.
In the end, living your life will show you what you want to say as a writer. Until then, you write for yourself, as you said, as you get lost in your life.
I wish you all the best.
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