The Heart of a Lonely Writer

Sometimes I swear I’m masochistic—committing to a career fraught with rejection, with anonymous spews disguised as reviews, and a wait that rivals the time it took to build the Great Wall.

Still.

I’m here.

I’m in this.

And I’ll be the first to admit it can get insanely lonely. Yes, social media has provided wonderful opportunities to connect with fellow writers. And yes, more than ever before writers seem to be supporting one another rather than exhibiting cutthroat competition.

However, in all this literary love there’s still the grind.

There’s the blank page and the exacerbated bouts of jealousy because of overabundant access to fellow author’s platforms, etc. and the scrunched up faces of everyone who’s every told you you’re not good enough bleating your list of failures whenever you sit to write.

It’s combat, this BIT (butt in chair) stuff. Bushwhacking through the lies for the sake of getting at the story.

Because for writers who are truly called—this is what it will always come back to—the story.

The story pulses the lonely writer heart. Immersed in the story, characters provide company. Word flow unblocks the dams of defeat, despair, and dried up prose. The story quickens the lonely heart, pitter-pattering it, reminding the writer the benefits of remaining committed.

Writers are cursed, you know. We’re given the uncomfortable task of entertaining you as we tell the truth. Sometimes the truth looks like the planter’s wart on the bottom of your foot. This is a lonely vocation. No one likes pointing out planter’s warts (except maybe podiatrists…they may get into doing that). It’s only when the reader embraces that we’re all ridden with warts, able to see truth for what it is, that the story is bloody beat of a story is made beautiful.

Lonely as it is, it becomes less so the moment a reader connects with the mess of our hearts poured out on the page.

The heart of a lonely writer gets a little less lonely the instant a reader is infected by the story. This is where the curse gives way to blessing.

This is what it’s all about.

Have you ever considered how your role as a reader influences the heart of a lonely writer?

Bio: Wendy lives with her husband, their three girls, and a skunk-dodging Samoyed. She feels most alive when she’s laughing, speeding on a boat, reading, writing, refurbishing furniture or taking risks. She’s authored ten novels and is currently writing what she hopes will be your future book club pick.

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The secret must be kept.

Oriana Bivane senses she’s not like the other girls her age, but the time has come for her to change all that. She’s tired of secrets, but does she confide in the wrong person?

The life-giving key, suddenly missing, must be found.

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