Sometimes writing can feel like a stumble through the shadows...
You take your truths, your stories and you weave them into word--words you hope will reach across continents, culture, time. And deliver your message, your meaning to someone you may never meet, speak to or hear from.
We spend so much time in solitude, walking an unfamiliar landscape with little light to guide us.
We may write and read alone. But we do it to connect with other people.
And when we travel too long without answer or feedback, we wonder where we are going...
And we ask ourselves:
- Will anyone understand this?
- Did I make my point?
- Does anyone care?
- Is my voice strong enough to carry my message?
- Am I evolving as a writer...or just moving in circles, making the same missteps again and again?