JD's Writers Blog - The Day Family of Paterson, NJ & Stories From The Genealogist: Art by JD. Copyright.

A lot has been written about why writers write. Writers write for many reasons and some, for any reason.

Painted by J.D. Holiday (JD AMENTA)

They write to express who they are and to say what they know. To teach and to inspire where no inspiration has yet taken root. To share the stories they see clearly in their imagination. To entertain themselves first, then those readers who find their works, some write to purge unhappiness or injustices for themselves and others. There will be some writers who tell you their reasons come from deep in their souls, at the very core of who they are. Jane Austen had Lady Catherine say, “I must have my share in the conversation,” as most writers want their voices heard.
Writers show readers characters and pictures that keep them and us ‘safe and sometimes warm’ from our only realties.
We are lucky today where stories are brought to life by writers and illustrators and visionaries in the many different ways there are to entertain us. But first, some idea is thought and it usually starts with a writer.
So it really doesn’t matter why they write, it’s just a good thing they do!
So, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all everywhere!

Wisdom

We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its conscience. ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

"THERE are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other." ~ D. H. Everett

"THERE are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other." ~ D. H. Everett

~I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.~ Albert Einstein~ D. H. Everett

A TRIBUTE TO EDWARD DAY ~ ENGINE 28, LADDER 11 NYC FIRE DEPARTMENT LOST IN THE WTC DISASTER OF 911

Warm Humor, Frozen Shoes Edward Day did not just extinguish fires. He extinguished grouchiness. At Engine Company 28 and Ladder 11 on the Lower East Side, where Mr. Day, 45, was a firefighter, he kept a sharp eye out for grumpy colleagues. They got the Day treatment: smiley face stickers slapped on their helmets. Whenever he stayed at his mother's house in Newport, R.I., he would make the bed when he was ready to leave and then drop a dollar on it with a note, "For the maid." His mother liked to give what she called the last Christmas party of the year, held well into January. Mr. Day had a ritual at the parties: he collected all the bottle caps from exhausted beer bottles and deposited them throughout the house in her plants. His wife, Bridgitte, was a fervent Clint Eastwood fan, so he would sign his cards to her, "Clint Eastwood." "He was always ready to make you laugh," said Tim Day, his brother, "whether he knew you for 20 years or 20 minutes." The first time Eddy Day met Tim's wife, Essie, he asked if she wanted a glass of wine. Sure, she said. He brought it out and handed it to her. "Excuse me," he said, and bent over and slipped off her shoes. As she watched, mystified, he marched into the kitchen and put them in the freezer. Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 13, 2001.