Okay, so I'm preaching again

Surely I am not the only person who thinks we ought to write our experiences. Certainly the ones important enough to us that we tell them.

But when I suggest to someone, say my sister or someone like that--who am I kidding? it is my sister--"you should write that," the only response I get is negative. A moan or an excuse or a report of something else that must be done. Like folding laundry or wiping off the kitchen counter (I just made up those excuses, but they
are typical). Like time is too precious to sit for fifteen minutes and write it.

Write it.

It's not that hard.

IT'S NOT THAT HARD.

P.S. It's later now, 9 p.m. Obviously preaching and badgering pay off. My sister has written what I asked her to write, and I have put it in my journal. I do not feel smug about this, but I am satisfied.