I’ve heard people say that writing is like going naked in public. If you write from the heart and are completely truthful, you are also completely exposing yourself. And even though my husband sometimes jokes that I have nudist tendencies, I really don’t.
Exposing my most private thoughts and experiences is incredibly scary. And yet, I still feel compelled to do so.
My need doesn’t come from my ego but rather from my heart. I have a deep-seated desire to make people think.
I won’t lie. Sometimes I fear how my words will be interpreted or that some people will twist them to meet their own needs. And sometimes they do. But, instead of worrying about the critics, I try to focus on all the people who express their appreciation that I am speaking up. And, ever once in a while, the power of my own voice surprises me.
Yesterday, I was talking to Angela, the mother of one of my son’s former classmates. She asked how Shepherd likes attending a brand new (as in newly constructed) high school.
I said he’s very happy, but that there are challenges in trying to establish all new programs, including music and sports. We joked about the football team, and I asked if she had seen a letter to the editor in our local newspaper.
In it, a parent complained that students in the northern end of the county got a brand new school when the students at Martinsburg High School should have one. Her reasoning was that the Martinsburg students deserve a new school because of their championship football and basketball teams.
Angela and I laughed about priorities, but then she said something that took me off guard.
“You are such a good writer, you should write a letter in response.”
I wasn’t just surprised that she knows I write. I was surprised that she thought my words are powerful enough to make a difference.
Instead of acknowledging those thoughts, I simply laughed and said, “That wouldn’t be worth the time.”
She agreed, and our conversation drifted. But my own words stayed with me.
I hadn’t said that writing such a letter wouldn’t be worth my time, I’d said the time. At some point during my journey as a writer, I stopped thinking about my blog as an individual activity and one that involves a community – other writers, readers, friends and colleagues. And in doing so, I also realized I’m not as alone or exposed as I felt when I first started writing.
And for that, I am very grateful.
Posted on October 20, 2013, in Family, My life, perspective, writing and tagged blogs, community, grateful, opinion, perspective, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
I have had similar experiences: early on in the blogging process, I linked my posts to Facebook. Then after a while, that seemed self serving, so I took them off. I had more than few people ask me what happened and tell me that they looked forward to reading them. So I put them back on Facebook, and every now and then people at work will quote my words back to me.
It points out the fact that as a writer (with readers!!) we have a responsibility to keep writing, and to write honestly, and to write with purpose.
You should write that letter!
I was actually going to write it for this blog… but something entirely different came out.
I write to entertain–using my humor. My dear wife of 58 years hates my humor, so out of respect for her, I really tone it down at home and when I am socializing with her or around her friends. Blogging allows me to let loose with my nonsense. Underneath, there is truth, ans some have figured it out through the years.
Wow!!! 58 years! That is impressive!!!!
I’m proud to have a sister with something to say and the ability to contribute to the world in a positive way. As the (potentially?) more overtly confrontational and iconoclastic sibling, I have to say: write the *@#!# letter :). Your words have power. You provide me regularly with insight and an understanding into my world and my childhood; use your gift to help others understand the lack of vision in their own myopia. Share that wisdom with those who need it as much as I do.
To the rest of the world: Trina rocks! It’s pretty cool to have a sister like her!
Thanks Sean. I have no doubt that letter will make an appearance at some point! (and for the record, I have a pretty cool brother.)