Is anyone out there?

Part of the reality in being a writer is performing to an empty room.  It isn’t like dancing or singing, where the applause is audible and you know you are somehow connecting with your audience.  Writers talk about the loneliness of the craft.  For me, it is more the solitude of the practice.  I don’t know who else is out there, listening, reading, being gently curious with me, but being faithful to a nearly daily post brings me a sense of joy and purpose, so I continue.


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