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Memorial Day Monday

Why Writers Owe Something to the Fallen

Memorial Day isn't just a long weekend.

I know, that sounds like the opening line of every earnest think-piece landing in your inbox today. But stay with me, because I've been sitting with something this morning and it keeps looping back to why we write.

Here's what most people gloss over: Memorial Day isn't about veterans broadly. That's Veterans Day in November. This one started after the Civil War when the country needed a way to hold grief at a national scale, and it is specifically about the dead. The ones who didn't come home. The names on walls, in family Bibles, on headstones in towns most of us will never drive through.

A day set aside to remember people who gave the one thing you cannot get back.

Stories are how humans process what's too big to hold in real time. Not poetic exaggeration. It's functionally true. The military has known this forever. Every culture that sent people to war also produced literature about it, not as entertainment exactly, but as a way of carrying what happened forward. Every war memoir, every quiet short story about a soldier coming home different, every letter written and never finished. They exist because someone needed to make sense of something that didn't make sense.

We write because the world hands us things we cannot metabolize any other way.

So when I think about the men and women this day is actually for, I think about the stories that went quiet with them. The novels they didn't write. The kids they didn't raise to read. The futures that just stopped. One minute a whole interior life, a full person with opinions about breakfast and regrets about things said wrong and plans for next summer. Then nothing.

That lands differently when writing is your thing.

I'm not trying to make this heavy. But I do think Memorial Day is a good day to let something recalibrate.

Why are you writing? What are you trying to carry forward? Who are you writing for? We keep touching on this.

The freedom to sit down and build a world out of nothing, to give a character a name and a wound and a reason to keep going, that isn't a given. It's been protected. Paid for in ways that are genuinely uncomfortable to sit with on a Monday morning when you're caffeinated and thinking about your next chapter or the class you're not ready for next week.

Good stories carry weight. They cost the writer something and return something real to the reader. The best ones feel like they had to exist, like someone had to tell this specific truth or it would have been lost. List a really good story this hits you this way below.

That's not a bad thing to think about today.

To everyone who served, and especially to those who didn't come home: thank you. I don't have better words for it. you will be remembered

Now go write something that deserves it.

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