Stories have taken root in you for years.
Whether they take shape as poems or essays,
a books or a multimedia project, a memoir or a novel,
these words must—they must—grow out of you
and be fashioned into forms
that will give them a home.
Maybe you’ve met with success as an academic
or a professional. Maybe you’ve been published or not.
Maybe you’ve attended big writers’ conferences or small writers’ circles.
You know there is so much more aching to grow out of you as a writer.
You refuse the isolation that can come with being a woman writer.
You refuse the other voices that demand you serve them instead of your own words.
You refuse to let your writing or your story,
your voice, or your message as a woman who writes,
go unheard or ignored.