- a summons or strong inclination to a particular state or course of action | especially: a divine call to the religious life
- the work in which a person is employed
- the special function of an individual or group
I began writing by chance, pure and simple chance. And I believe I still write the same way, truly have no idea why or for what, but intend to find out.
Don’t know for sure if it’s a vocation (or vacation?) or a mission, or a whim. Or if it’s nothing. But I love to write. And once I start and become almost absorbed by it, it comes non-stop. Almost to the detriment of my writing, as I cannot keep up with the dialogue, scenes, people … and write everywhere at all times — this is a theme of mine. So I have drawers and boxes filled with paper, notepads, notebooks, scraps of anything I can get my hands on.
My first real writing, besides scribbles or poems (some of which I am embarrassed to read), happened on a train while I was commuting to my then job in New York City — a three and a half-hour ride at the time, which I took on Monday or Tuesday, then returned home on Thursday or Friday. I traveled a lot then too, so I wasn’t in the city week after week. Anyway, one day on my way to work, I wrote to let out sorrow and heartache. Just wrote and sobbed until it all stopped..