Writers tend to be solitary creatures. We live in our imaginations, occupy writing caves, and carry on conversations with the voices in our heads. Many of us are shy. A few are socially awkward. Still, if the word goes out that someone needs help, writers are usually the first in line.
By the same token, writers depend on the goodwill of others–the reviews and rankings, the word of mouth spreading of news of releases and sales. Most of us would write even if no one ever picked up one of our books. Why? Because those darn voices in our heads would drive us crazy!
This little “blurb” from the Universe showed up in the ol’ inbox not too long ago. When rooting around for a blog topic for today, I came across it.
Acts of kindness, Silver, however small – a smile, a compliment, a helping hand – plant seeds of hope, love, and beauty in a spectacular garden you’ll one day call home.
Talk about “Miracle Grow,”
In the meantime, Silver, I’m enjoying the heck out of ’em.
I look back at acts of kindness others have performed for my benefit and I’m humbled–by the people and the acts both. I’ve tried to follow in those footsteps. I want to offer encouragement and helping hands as I journey through this life. I want to sow seeds along the way so there are wildflowers of love, hope, and yes, even beauty, planted in my words.
Thank you, all of you, who stop and smell the flowers as you journey to other places, too. Happy Wednesday. Happy September. Happy first day of the rest of our lives. And no, don’t ask why I’m all maudlin and serious and
shitstuff. I have no clue…well…other than I’m embarking on a chapter of my publishing life and the idea terrifies me just a little. But y’all have my back so it’s all good.