Thursday, October 8, 2015
Hello there, friend,
It's always been a question I've had, since I was in graduate school for creative writing, feeling this thing bubbling up inside of me -- will I be brave enough to share my story? I think the answer is yes. I will be, though I may not be yet.
But also, what it means to tell my story (or your story, or our story) is so different than it was ten years ago. Back then, it meant: What will I write? Where will it get published? Who will read it? Now those the answer to those questions are so different: Anything! Wherever you want! Anyone who goes online!
Ten years ago, the idea of instant feedback didn't really exist. But now? As soon as you put something out there, it's up for grabs. And so, I want to keep my secrets close to my chest. I want to protect myself. I want to share my story on my terms, or maybe not at all. I know I have more than a book's worth of stories and poems and incomprehensible ramblings -- don't we all? I want to craft mine into something life affirming. I want it to ring in people's hearts, not just be another clanging cymbal in the sea of noise.
I know all this, deep deep in my heart, and still I don't know what it means. For me, for you, for any of us who might be feeling that tug deep in our hearts, unsure of what to do with it.