What Writing Means To You
Yesterday I posted a request on Twitter. I asked followers to tell me, in fewer than fifty words, what writing meant to them. I was to choose the “best,” and post it here, on my blog.
This morning, I found four responses, all lovely, all heartfelt, and found I couldn’t really choose. This means I might not make the best contest judge in the world, but as it is often said, one must live and learn.
In any case, here are the responses, and I’ll add more, as they come in. You can add your own by using the “Contact” page on my website. Also feel free to visit me on Twitter at www.twitter.com/AnneLParrish
To me, writing is never for myself, but to take my readers down a path that causes them to experience an array of emotions, from delight to heart ache, laughter to tears, and everything in between.
What writing means to me: It is reaching out and connecting. Listening and being heard. I can’t imagine my life without it.
Writing is the only hope that I have right now, besides God, of course. When the gloomy mood swallowed me into the darkness of failure, then writing is like “the light in the end of the tunnel.”
Writing, to me, is a comfort and a validation. When I write I am good enough. When I write, I am brave. I am doing the thing that has grown from my unique little seed planted by God. Writing is God saying “See, Lisa, you were made for this. Your life and its brave lessons are for sharing. Now, go and tell…what good has come!”