Why Jo March is So Relatable
To us writers especially.
Let me tell you about the beautifully picturesque lifestyle I envisioned came with being a writer.
Cups of coffee in cute homely mugs with the sun shining through a frosted window and comfy sweatpants amongst an oversized sweater. Piles of books lay at your feet, a candle is lit, soft music plays in the background to help you drown out the world. It’s just you and your characters as you write without fear, as you tell a story that you’ve always wanted the world to hear. You hum as you make food, you laugh at a joke in your head and you are content with being alone.
Until you’re not.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that left the theatre after seeing Little Women with chills down my spine and an overwhelming feeling of empathy for Jo March. Writing since she basically came out of the womb, Jo is dedicated, and determined, and hates all hands that society tries to choke her with. She yearns for childhood to be infinite and absolutely refuses to go down a path of marriage, a path that will inevitably confine her to a life of normality.
I know I relate to her. I’m sure most writers do.
I hold my identity as a writer with pride, because I’ve never known anything else. Writing is home to me. Writing is something I need to do to…
