It's a lonely job being a writer.
You sit and ponder, fuss over the right word and at the back of your mind, there is always a gnawing question. Do I have an impact as a writer? (Tweet This)
Seeing your twitter and facebook followers go up, reaching a crescendo of interest and then dismally disappear. Bidding on projects and never hearing back (except for a handful, to which a writer is eternally gratetful, thank you).
Somewhere along the path of life, you decide, don't compromise, don't whine. Don't sell your soul. But every once in a while you get the fleeting thought of joining the ranks and just sell(out?). But sell what? The choices are endless, soft taco shells for game day football, anti-aging face cream, a new yoga outfit.
You hesitate.You'll do it just once.
Nah.
And then there's my dilemma. How do you sell mindfulness, contentment, peace? How do you tell the truth of what you've learned without trespassing on someone's soul? All we have are words.
No amazing skills to sell, no life-journey from illness to health, from overweight to not, no addiction conquered. At least none I'm willing to share so blatantly, choosing to lean towards the subtle, the reader who is ready.
There are many of us out here. Sitting at our keyboards, searching for words to hit the mark, not willing to stray from the hard earned path of independence.
Many of us have given decades to raising children, running small business, being a loyal employee to a company which will give a pension. We have saved our pennies, stepped into the unknown of middle-aged dating, taken up painting or playing an instrument, maintained long-time treasured friendships. These have been our lessons.
And what we have to share might not send off fireworks, but instead light small flames, here and there. The despondent young mom who feels that "it will never end", the dad from the other side of the world who responds to your post, the reactions to your photographs that someone says touched their heart.
That's the Impact of a Writer. We are not always paid with money. That's not why we do it. (Tweet This)
Reach out once in a while to your favourite writers. Please. It is what keeps us going.
You sit and ponder, fuss over the right word and at the back of your mind, there is always a gnawing question. Do I have an impact as a writer? (Tweet This)
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| Impact of a Writer, Kelowna BC |
Seeing your twitter and facebook followers go up, reaching a crescendo of interest and then dismally disappear. Bidding on projects and never hearing back (except for a handful, to which a writer is eternally gratetful, thank you).
Somewhere along the path of life, you decide, don't compromise, don't whine. Don't sell your soul. But every once in a while you get the fleeting thought of joining the ranks and just sell(out?). But sell what? The choices are endless, soft taco shells for game day football, anti-aging face cream, a new yoga outfit.
You hesitate.You'll do it just once.
Nah.
And then there's my dilemma. How do you sell mindfulness, contentment, peace? How do you tell the truth of what you've learned without trespassing on someone's soul? All we have are words.
No amazing skills to sell, no life-journey from illness to health, from overweight to not, no addiction conquered. At least none I'm willing to share so blatantly, choosing to lean towards the subtle, the reader who is ready.
There are many of us out here. Sitting at our keyboards, searching for words to hit the mark, not willing to stray from the hard earned path of independence.
Many of us have given decades to raising children, running small business, being a loyal employee to a company which will give a pension. We have saved our pennies, stepped into the unknown of middle-aged dating, taken up painting or playing an instrument, maintained long-time treasured friendships. These have been our lessons.
And what we have to share might not send off fireworks, but instead light small flames, here and there. The despondent young mom who feels that "it will never end", the dad from the other side of the world who responds to your post, the reactions to your photographs that someone says touched their heart.
That's the Impact of a Writer. We are not always paid with money. That's not why we do it. (Tweet This)
Reach out once in a while to your favourite writers. Please. It is what keeps us going.
maybe it's lonely, true. but it's a fullfiling job, no?
ReplyDeleteYes, you are absolutely right Pupuk! Sharing words that reach folks is always warming to the heart. Hope you will come back for more. Do you write too?
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