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Writing has always been about mortality for me. I knew that early on. Writing was how I remembered Carolyn. Writing was how I said goodbye to her. And then this amazing, wonderful thing happened on opening night of my first play. Other people, people who had never met her, who would never meet her, openly wept over her death. Because I'd managed to communicate my loss to them clearly enough that, for even that brief hour, they felt it was theirs, too.
I'm sure the majority of audience members that night didn't know Carolyn was a real person. But that didn't matter. I learned something from them, as they sat there learning to love her and then grieve her.
Writing is just as much about love. For me. It's about the people I love and me trying to understand them. It's about me trying to preserve those people, and those moments, as long as I possible can.
Futile, perhaps. Like Sisyphus. And wholly selfish. But I'm all right with that.
I'm sure the majority of audience members that night didn't know Carolyn was a real person. But that didn't matter. I learned something from them, as they sat there learning to love her and then grieve her.
Writing is just as much about love. For me. It's about the people I love and me trying to understand them. It's about me trying to preserve those people, and those moments, as long as I possible can.
Futile, perhaps. Like Sisyphus. And wholly selfish. But I'm all right with that.