I turn to my diary to practice being honest. I write to God about whatever’s on my mind—how I felt about an encounter with someone the previous day, what I thought about the news that week.
Writing As a Spiritual Discipline
Having to write one word—one letter—at a time forces me to focus. On one idea. In the moment. Writing slows my thoughts to one idea at a time. It’s like photography.
I’m not one of those writers who has always known I wanted to write. I don’t have childhood journals, and I didn’t write my first novel as a teen. (In fact, I still haven’t written one).
In South Africa where I lived for many years, the basic “hello” greeting, sawubona, translates literally, “I see you.”
Since finishing undergrad, I’ve moved back across the country—from school in Illinois to home in Orange County, CA. Writing has been a big part of the past 8 months as I’ve been re-adjusting to the area, away from the majority of my social circles.