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Welcome to Write Forward! Are you doing your part for community health during the Covid-19 pandemic by staying home? (Thank you!) Are you also on spring break and bored out of your mind? Yes? We thought so.

We're all a little uncertain, a little lonely, and--yeah--maybe a little (or a lot) bored right now, and this blog is intended to be a break in those clouds.

As writer Philip Pullman is quoted as saying, "After nourishment, shelter, and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world." Stories (and poetry and art and music and dance and...) help us make meaning, allow us to see the world and ourselves with more acuity and depth, and give us the connection we so need--especially in times of isolation. Art will save us! (But also, keep social distancing, washing your hands, and taking care of yourselves.)

Knowing that, let's spend this time making more beauty in the form of stories, poems, essays, and written experiments and explorations of all stripes. Each day in March and April, we'll post a writing prompt for your inspiration. Think of this space as a little reprieve from everything but your own imagination. 

We might also now and then post links to other writing websites, book recommendations, or online literary journals.

The hope here is that we're moving forward through this rough spot together--by writing.

More from us soon!

The Editors

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