Is there anybody out there?
Today I met with a friend, fellow writer and blog-enthusiast, we talked about strangers reading our blogs ... I don't have a clue who reads this but am honored by the fact that people do. I'm just curious which people. Who? Why? When?
She shared how it felt that a stranger had posted on her blog. I could relate because one time someone I didn't know posted on mine and it was this strange, euphoric feeling to realize that someone I didn't know was reading my stuff. Even if they thought it was shit, it still felt good to me ... once step closer to the dream of publication.
Even though my work has been published, it was different when it was journalism because it wasn't personal. Sometimes it seemed that way, but having my byline in newspapers wasn't as real and raw as sharing my fiction.
Another feeling I can't put into words is the feeling of having something I've written "out there in the world." I entered a local writing contest recently with a poem and an essay I wrote. Last week I got a note in the mail that it was received and I should hear back mid-April. So right now, right this second, someone could be reading my work and I want so badly to be a fly on the wall to know what they think. Did it move them? Did it take them back to a memory they'd long forgotten?
I like to connect with people through writing. And, I like the possibility of getting a break. I'd love to add contest winner to my writing resume. To launch me to the next goal. And eventually ... Oprah. So, nod if you can hear me.