Every day for a writer consists of writing something. Anything. It’s showing up and pounding words onto a paper and hoping they convey a story that is in the writer’s mind. How joyful it is when the words come together!
Yet, sometimes, it is not my words that give me joy, Instead, the words may come from friends who post their souls and stories on blogs or in emails. Recently, I have been reading short stories from a dear friend, Gale Martin, who has been sharing rich and vibrant tales from past writings. Her writing encourages me and makes me understand that there is always something to look forward to in my writing.
So, for today, I am forgetting about myself and my writing and enjoying the beautiful words of those around me. It is a breath of fresh air and a reminder that my life is not always about me.
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Thank you for your generous words. I’ve done the things that industry experts said I need to do: blog every day about your life (navel gazing), submit your work for publication (done ad nauseum, with little to show for it.) I think I have had more readers on these few posts than I ever had in all those other publications combined. So now, I am doing what I want to do. And I am grateful for your support, Ginger.