“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” ~ Ben Franklin
On any given day, there are at least half a million blog posts on wordpress.com
It’s a dose of reality reminding me that my work is just another grain of sand on a long stretch of beach.
When it comes to writing, I’m a purist. I don’t do “musings,” or “ramblings.” Poetry’s not my bag, and I won’t be sharing recipes with you any time soon. There’s a place in the blogging world for all those things, I suppose. It’s just not particular cup of tea.
There’s an irony to my blogging posts. By day, I’m a private, guarded person with a close circle of only a few friends to whom the guard comes down. But at the keyboard, something magnificent happens because it allows transparency to flow.
I will share with you, the blogging world, my shortcomings, my failures, and more importantly the lessons learned. And I say a prayer before hitting the “publish” button that it will make a difference in someone’s life on any given day. It’s a powerful thing and an honor to be able to share.
Every writer’s greatest honor is to be read.
It brightens my day when someone takes time to read and “like” the blog post of the day.
And whether they agree or disagree, it’s a thrill when a reader comments and gives feedback to the words you typed earlier in the morning.
I’m thankful to have a creative outlet to share an experience, thought or opinion.
And so know this: When you read my blog, you do me the highest honor, you make my day and you reinforce the purpose within me.
For that, I am thankful.