I
find it a thrill to connect with another writer. To have their words touch my soul. To communicate to them my appreciation of
their sharing. I got to occasion to do
so today.
If
there’s one thing I’ve learned about writers, it’s that we’re a passionate
bunch who are fiercely attached to the words we scribe, each and every one
being little parts of our hearts that we’re willing to share.
For
writers, it’s not a matter of if we
want to write. We must. To deny that is equivalent to shaking a can
of soda pop and hoping it won’t explode. Sooner or later, those bottled up
words must come out. And they do.
Anyone
who’s ever been honest about why they write can tell you, it’s not about the
paycheck or notoriety. What writers hope
to do is connect with the words they put to paper. They hope that, in some small way, what they
share might somehow touch another…just one…that’s all we ask—that our written
sentiments infuse themselves on a single reader. If more are impacted, we are beyond grateful.
As
a writer, I’m keenly aware of these realities and go out of my way to show my
appreciation to others whom are willing to share bits of their souls through
their writing. Earlier tonight, I came
across one such writer who penned an article.
His words rang true with how I feel, and so I contacted him to show my
appreciation for the skill with which he’d put to words sentiments that are
often a challenge to make others understand.
It
felt good to acknowledge another writer.
To hopefully put a smile on his face and make his heart leap to know
that someone out there cared enough about what they wrote to take the time to
respond.
No comments:
Post a Comment