I’ve been thinking since this morning about time. It started as I finished a hurried, distracted conversation with someone who has so much to tell me but not enough time to tell it because she has to get to work. And, so do I. Frustrating. I want to hear the story! I think about other times when I want to “spend time” with someone but it just doesn’t work out because one or the other of us “doesn’t have the time” after taking care of our responsibilities. I remember time from the past, periods of my life that I want to rewind to and play over and over again, or maybe freeze and just stay there. But I can’t. It’s in the past, and I can’t go back, but only forward. Because that’s the way time works.
Wouldn’t it be great if there was no time? I don’t mean “no time” like we usually mean when we say that phrase, as in, “I have no time for myself,” or “I don’t have enough time to get everything done!” No. I mean—what if there was no such thing as time? What if time didn’t exist? That seems like a very pleasant existence to me as I think about it today. Maybe that’s part of what makes heaven—timelessness. A constraint lifted, eliminated, freedom.
I'm Donna Jean Hunter. I'm also Donna Cox - former married name and the name I share with my children and with my ex-husband, father of my children, and friend, David Cox.
My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Patterson told me I was a great writer and would be an author when I grew up. She always had me read my stories to the class, and even took me around to the other classrooms to have me read to them. I'm pretty sure the other kids all hated me that year. I don't care though. I love Mrs. Patterson. Of course she did not know then about the Internet and blogging, how much of what people read would no longer be on paper - and how much of it would be done for free! - when I grew up.
I have had 10 or 12 of my pieces published in college literary journals, and for a while during college, I actually received pay for working as a technical writer. Then for a few years I taught writing to teenagers as a high school English teacher. But other than that, I can't say I'm a writer in the sense that it is what I do for a living.
But I am a writer. I have been all my life and can’t see myself ever stopping whether anyone reads it or not. I hope someone enjoys some of it.
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