(Pic Credited to Kate Forrester)
A couple of things happened this morning, which is leading me to write this.
First of all, I got up this morning, and was working on editing my book. Editing is something that I do not enjoy. I enjoy writing, telling stories, entertaining myself (and hopefully others) with my words.
Editing is making sure there is a comma in the right place (with me, they never are), making sure were, where and wear are in the right spot (guilty), putting a full stop at the end of a single line of dialogue (Lock me up now!).
I got to a bit that I remembered writing. It was a sad reflective chapter and I was in fits of tears when I wrote it. I am a new writer, is that normal?
Anyway, I re-read it, and lo and behold I was blubbing again by the end of it. I had to stop and get a tissue as my nose was running like a fountain. (luckily enough my wife is still is bed, I would imagine she would think me weird)
I battled through the chapter, edited it as much as I could and then took a break.
Hearing the postman, I went and found a letter from a new penfriend (Yes I am that sad, I send normal snail mail letters, even using a fountain pen to do it!)
In it she said she read my blog, and specifically my penultimate post. (Summer is Over(Almost)- Autumnal is Inspiring.)
She liked the phrase “Words are What Make us”
And I thought back to what I had just read, how it made me cry (again), and thought, that was a hell of a coincidence.
Don’t you agree?