I aim to write in my notebook each morning. Coffee freshly dripped from a K-Cup, cools beside me. My cat, Hershey, has learned to sit on my left side so I can scratch his ears while I scribble. The sun porch overlooking my tidy backyard is my favorite writing place. If the room is too hot or cold, I’ll settle into the big comfy chair with a pillow
behind my back and the view of a fourteen-foot mural of the Fire Island Pines shore. If I can’t be at the beach, I can at least have a life-size beach view in my living room, even if there is a lamp in the foreground. It is a cozy scene. I am grateful for my quiet muses and comforts.
What do I write? Small sensory observations, gratitude for all the blessings, and gripes born from disappointments and general WTF moments fill my pages. Sometimes I simply list must-do tasks and scheme want-to-do plans.
Why am I writing? I’ve always written. I think of myself as a creative person. I don’t draw or paint, sing well enough beyond an octave range, nor have grace or athletic talent. Writing is the one outlet that expresses me. Essays, stories, poems (terrible ones) tell who I am, where I come from, what is going on in my head. Most of my writing never goes beyond my journal pages. Through writing, I can play with word choice and sentence structures, rehearse what I need to say, and decide what is not worth saying. Daily writing gives me my voice.
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Antoinette Truglio Martin is the author of Hug Everyone You Know: A Year of Community, Courage, and Cancer. The memoir is a wimpy patient’s journey through her first year of breast cancer treatment.