This post struck a cord with me, because about 90% of the people I’m close to don’t read a single word I write. I’ve been blogging for nearly five years. I’ve had an online column. Most of my essays are available online. I’m on Facebook and Twitter, and link to my writing on those sites.
And yet, most of my family and friends don’t read a single word of it.
I won’t lie– it hurts like hell. These are people who would move mountains for me, people who love me and who have supported me through everything. I don’t know why they don’t read my stuff .
But, I’ve spent the past few years trying to accept this. And I think slowly, but surely, I’m getting there.
There is a silver lining to all of this, though.
People I hardly know, just barely met, or hadn’t seen or heard from in 20 years– have been reading my writing. They have been sending me emails, or commenting here, or commenting on Facebook.
I’m more grateful than they will ever know.
This month, I have an essay up at r.kv.r.y. literary journal. It’s called Beadwork. I wrote it a couple years back, placed it at one magazine, but then withdrew it when the magazine got bought out by another I wasn’t familiar with. I then tried it at a few other places, and was rejected. So now, almost three years later, it’s found a home. It’s a piece very close to my heart.
I hope you like it.