Thirty-three weeks after the first day of the second new year

As promised, here is what it is. Or at least, here is what its beginning is.

I don’t know why it is that you write. I know where my writing comes from. I care about our world, about life—ours, all of us. I live in a small country, but it has seen more than most, you pass several lifetimes in one here, easily so. And I don’t confine myself to where I live, I never have. I read news from all across the world, and I constantly look to see what’s happening everywhere. In that sense, these are amazing times we live in: you can see anything, be anywhere, just by having a computer, a tablet, or a smartphone. And I started before I had any of these.

There’s a reason I write, and there’s a reason I started writing all those years ago, even before I ever considered publishing. Something happened that led me to do that. Something made me look at our world and at us in it, and who I am made me continue to look, continue to care. It made me think. If you’ve read my books, you’re beginning to see some of that, and will continue to. And if you follow A Word by Claire, you will see even more.

I will continue to write to you as Author, I will continue my Author Terminology, but I will also be writing A Word by Claire. Where it will go, I have no idea. Does anyone ever? All I know is why I started, and where I want to go. I do hope you will go there with me.
As for you, whether you write or not, consider this: you have a voice, and your voice matters. If you care, if there is something that is important to you, speak up. And when you do, be kind.