A girl I work with shared with me that she reads my blog. I sometimes forget that it is posted automatically on my Facebook page and that people who I actually “know” read it as well. And I have to admit that it warmed my heart. It is hard to explain how validating it is to know that someone takes time out of their day, to care what I have to say. Unless of course you are also a writer and in that case, I KNOW you understand!
I write because I have to. I can’t imagine not writing now. I’ve put it on the shelf for far too long. Always needing to create in some way. I had an art studio for years, did art shows and made a living doing them. I guess I just got tired of doing the shows cuz they really were hard work. Though they will always remain some of my most wonderful memories and where I met some of my most cherished friends.
Writing really is no different. I just don’t have as big of a mess to clean up or brushes to rinse out…
But the connection is the same. My artist friends “GOT” me. We got each other. As an artist, I used to have a following. I had customers at each show that would come and seek me out. I also had artist friends that GOT me. We would set up our booths together and then break them down. It was funny, we used to laugh about how our customers would show up without having a clue what it took to create our shows. The lugging the tubs and displays back and forth was just something we did behind the scenes. When our customers finally got there, the only thing that they saw was a magical place to shop
Though it was a lot of work, I always looked forward to seeing them again and hanging out with those who understood my passion, and also stayed up late into the wee hours creating.
Lets face it, we want to hang out with those who get us. And…. that is why I hang out here! You guys are like getting to go to a Writer’s Conference everyday!Though, I sooo want to go to one someday… actually, to as many as I can! Education and continued classes are great and have their place but I hear that you really get down to the nitty gritty at the conferences with published authors and agents. I have mentioned a writers hang out in my metaphoric posts, inviting everyone to a coffee shop in my imagination and it warms my heart just thinking of you all there in my dreams.
Sometimes, I get home and just want to relax, by tapping away on my laptop and signing onto my blog to find you guys and share what we have all written. I don’t know about you, but not a lot of my friends GET my need to write, let alone the time I invest on my blog. But then, the same ones really didn’t understand when I would stay up late working on my dolls or illustrations.
So this one is for you. All my friends and family who take the time to actually read what I write. The ones who understand what I am talking about.
For My Friends Who Read My Words
What I Have To Say
Inside my heart you reside
in that place of understanding,
the windowseat of my soul,
the sofa by the fire with the throw
that comfortable spot
only you will ever know
you want to read what I have written
You click on my newest words
in true anticipation and you fill me like a cup.
you come here without prodding
with your words…
I feel you nodding….
You are my friends
We meet at different times of the day
slipping in with the sunrise
Knowing that you care about
what I have to say