I have taken some writing classes that have pointed the way to “write what you know”, “write with your authentic voice”, or “write what you feel”.
I stopped writing plays and novels and stories in February when I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
That wasn’t the “write what you know” that I intended.
I started writing a blog about cancer. But its far away and less about other people and ideas and plays – than about me. It doesn’t even seem dramatic. It’s more of a conveyor belt.
Now my life has two people in my household with cancer, and writing seems….more about taking the steps to finding a way through it.
I’m more than halfway through my chemotherapy, then I have 5-7 weeks of radiation. Then, maybe, later, I will get to have hair again. Having loved the script “Wit” (about a woman fighting cancer, chemo and being bald), I thought being bald might make me look…smarter? More intellectual. More like a playwright. Instead, I do rather resemble a human light bulb. Or a large hard boiled egg. Or more accurately, Uncle Festus from “The Addams Family”. Not that much more like a playwright.
But I’ve changed, and I don’t quite know how I will write with that. I wasn’t sure I should about that here. But it’s what I know to be true.
I will say that I am, more than ever, interested in the stories from women. And that’s why I wrote this. Please keep writing.