I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Perk baby perk

A quick post because I’m off to work soon but I wanted to share a revelation. Revelation, that sounds serious.
For a year my column appeared in one weekly newspaper which, though it covers about six towns, has a readership somewhere around 40,000 and is considered local. A picture accompanied the column so it was not unusual for strangers to stop me in the grocery store, post office and even at work and comment about how much they loved my latest piece. Bless them and their positive comments. It always made my day.

Now that I have taken my column to eight newspapers in an area one town over, (100,000 households and 4M page views a month), and all the way to the state line, without a head-shot BTW, the folks who read it haven’t a clue what I look like and only know me by my words.
Only know me by my words...well, that’s not quite true.

Because I lived, many years ago, in the area where the column appears now, I have old friends, associates, employees, neighbors and family members connecting in a way I never would have imagined. I have gone from people who know me from my writing, which is really a kick, to people who knew me because of who I was and now know me as a writer. It’s cool.

This morning I received an email from someone who worked for me forty years ago. My God, my past is percolating with updates. I love it. Thank God I was a decent human being or I’d feel hunted.
Any recent updates from your past lately?

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