By: Gabriela Yareliz
What does it mean to be a writer?
Does it mean someone has to care about what you write? I am lucky enough to have people who do. Today, I saw someone ask a fairly popular person on social media a question–he/she wanted to do something, but he/she stated he/she didn’t have enough followers. The question was whether he/she should persist. The response was that following doesn’t equal a job title. I couldn’t agree more. One can be something in obscurity.
Half of the writers we celebrate today weren’t celebrated or followed by a soul. Emily Dickinson’s poems were found and published by her sister after the writer passed away. I mean, can you imagine? For Emily, it was just her, her pen, her window and thoughts of death. It’s wild to think about.
These thoughts reminded me of what a privilege and gift it is to connect to other writers on the platform. I love following people like CandidKay who publish posts of substance and offer excellent writing full of heart. You know, when you read something and your heart feels a bit more full than it was before because it has been touched by truth.
I hope you find rays of truth that warm your heart here.