Planting the Seed
I’m not sure why I remembered it today… but I remembered a conversation I had with my dad when I was a young girl.
We were walking and he shared an old saying with me.
At the time, I kind of understood what it meant, but I didn’t fully understand until I wrote a play about it.
The funniest part is, I never consciously thought about that conversation… it was safely lodged in my brain though…
What made me smile at the memory of the conversation, besides the fact that I love taking walks with my dad and having him share his wisdom with me, is that I was probably writing that play even then, at that tender age. (I couldn’t have been older than 14.) And yet, I didn’t know it.
That’s one of the best parts of being a writer… we get to explore things and figure them out until we “get it”. And then that helps other people “get it.”
Thanks for planting the seed, Dad.
–Sue
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