Writing is intimate. The best writing is honest, and personal, whether it’s fiction or blogging or poetry. So how much of yourself do you lay bare for the world (I’m always an optimist!) to read?
This is the thing. There’s really only one of us here when it comes to living. We all love, have our hearts broken, fear pain and bankruptcy and old age–at least until we get there and find out it’s a fine place to be. We want our kids to do better than we have. We all struggle, and do the best we know how at the present moment. If we knew better, we’d do better.
So why balk at sharing the intimate, tragic, funny, heartbreaking, embarrassing moments of our lives? As writers, we’re searching for that common thread that will make a stranger read our words and nod and say, “Yeah. I know that feeling. I’ve been there too.”
And for just a tiny moment, the loneliness that is intrinsic in the human condition is eased just a trifle.
Not a bad accomplishment with just words and a keyboard.
Writing is nudity at it’s best.