Magnetic Words: Know
Posted on 17. Jul, 2009 by Deb in On Writing
My mother could never read me enough books and my grandmother could never tell me enough tales about her life. When I learned to read, I could never consume enough books. When I meet people, I want to know about them. And when someone does something incredibly odd, I want to know why.
How does a story unfold? How did a character get through a sticky situation? Why is my grandmother crying in the only family photo of her family when she was a child? Why does this person have an obession? Where are we in the world?
I think it’s my innate curiosity.
I want to know.