This is (not) why I write.
It also makes it a whole lot more fun.
I write for one simple reason:
- I can’t not write.
There are benefits and side effects I didn’t expect but are sneaking in the back door since I published my latest book “Every Single Day.”
One of them is:
Connection
I’ve had emails from people I haven’t talked to or heard from in years. Comments and reviews from strangers I would like to meet. But then I’ll get a note from an old friend who “gets me” and then “gets my book” and all heaven breaks loose.
An old friend took my book on a plane. He even took pictures of his boarding pass. Then anther boarding pass for another plane. Then he took a picture of the last page of my book (where I talk about flying).
I connected with something in him. My book connected with something. Maybe it stirred something loose. Maybe it will trigger action.
It’s a start. It’s a bolt of lightning and it’s what we writers dream about.
Now it’s true.
Action shot: about to start Every Single Day while flying to Munich
Happiness is … getting a photo from someone reading your book on a plane and they just finished it.
Side effects of writing a book? Reconnecting with old friends.
