I guess that is stating the obvious. But it’s true. What an awesome feeling it is for someone to love what you write and to “get” it.
At the book launch party for Sleeping with Ward Cleaver, my husband said something I hadn’t exactly contemplated. He said he thought I was very brave to write, to expose my thoughts to others and put them out there for public consumption. Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever been called brave before!
But as I ponder it, I suppose there is an element of bravery (or perhaps folly?) that writers must have in order to persevere. I think it goes along with the drive that a writer feels, this unknown force compelling us forward, this need to put into the printed word what someone else might be able to put into spoken words quite readily, without the luxury of refinement and revisions and all of those second, third, and sometimes 100th chances to get it right.
And we do all of this in the hopes that people we don’t even know and will most likely never meet will have the chance to read them and maybe think, “Hey, that’s the way I feel!” or “Wow, what an interesting way to see that!” or “This helped me to work through a really trying time in my own life.”
Writing is transformative, and in that way it can be magical. And In a very small way, perhaps we writers are alchemists. Working with that little bit of magic with which we were lucky enough to be born, or perhaps simply fine-tuned through years of hard work, we throw it all together and hope that something bigger and better comes out of the mix.
With the release of Sleeping with Ward Cleaver, I’ve been so gratified to have been rewarded with a lot of of fantastic reviews. And then on Saturday, I got an email from someone who just happened to pick my book up in a store. “I am currently reading Sleeping with Ward Cleaver, and I LOVE it,” she said. “I want to avoid all my housework , just so i can read it. Thanks for the great book.”
The next day she wrote back: “As a woman who has been married for 25 years, I would highly recommend it. It reminded me to not take my (husband) for granted and to tell him frequently that I loved him. Thanks so much.”
And with that, my book felt especially launched. Somewhere out there, there are people who are finding value in my words, who have been touched by that little spark of magic I hoped was in there, and it feels so fabulous.
It’s a happy launch week, indeed!
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