For years, I lived in a vacuum of academia. I’ve taken more English courses than I’m ever going to admit. One of the things I loved most about these courses was the involved, sometimes heated, discussion about a work. Good writing evokes a reaction, contemplation sometimes dialogue between readers, or a reader’s response in writing. In these intimate circles, I learned to focus on the work and to avoid making indictments against my peers or the writer.
Because of the Internet, we can create a virtual environment for discourse. Blogging allows us to create a bridge between reader and writer. For many of us, the ability to form this bridge is gratifying. But there is also a risk, a risk that has always existed for the writer: the writer is vulnerable to scrutiny and criticism. While the act of writing is a private exercise, sharing the work is a public affair.
A writer’s life requires a thick skin. While praise is nice and always welcomed, I remind myself writing is work. When I publish, I am extending an open invitation to the public. When a reader takes time to comment, it’s like they showed up to my party and thanked me when they left.
I write because I have something to say. I hope I say something worth responding to. I invite you to honestly share what you think. We don’t have to agree. I hope you’ll accept my invitation.
Sunday Scribblings' prompt this week is invitation. Click on the link to read more.