posted by Loucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindy
Writing is meant to be read. Whether by one pair of eyes or millions, the sheer act of committing words to paper (or cyberspace) demands the existence of someone to read them. Perhaps the only reader will be the same person who wrote the words, but a reader exists all the same.
From an early age, I felt the compulsion to write, to give my thoughts form by transcribing them into words. To prove the existence of my thoughts by written expression was in fact, proving my own existence. I indulged in this private form of self-expression for years, and still do by keeping a journal. For now, it is enough that only I read the pages and pages of my thoughts, but maybe someday, long after I’m gone, some distant relative will read some of those pages. Or maybe not.
However, somewhere along the line (I think it was in my teen years), I discovered the unique and wonderful concept of writing for an audience. Writing to entertain gave a whole new purpose to expressing my thoughts, unleashing my creativity. Even if only a few close friends read my writing, I had an audience. My writing was read. I felt gratified.
When I made the conscious decision to write with the intent of publication, I began a whole new quest for readers. I was no longer satisfied with entertaining the select few. I decided to begin the pursuit of the nameless, faceless mass of readers out in the world. I suppose such a pursuit takes no small amount of ego. It certainly takes far more patience and bravery than I ever imagined I possessed, not to mention sheer stubborn perseverance.
Yet somehow, probably through dumb luck as much as anything, I made it over the great hurdle. On Oct. 1st a book written by me, the story and characters solely products of my thoughts, my imagination will sit on store shelves, will be in the hands of the nameless, faceless readers whom I will never know and will never know me. But they will read the words, give substance to my thoughts, be entertained by my creativity. They will provide my ultimate validation.
I am frightened! Exhilarated! My quest won’t be over. Far from it. But an important part of the journey will have begun.
We seem to be on a “readers” kick this week. First Michele, then Marie, and now me. If you are a writer, please give us some insight into your "reader connections." If you are a reader (and you can certainly be both), do you ever think about the writers of the stories you read? Ever written a fan letter/email? Made a reader/writer connection?