When reading exceptionally well-written stories, sometimes I actually cry. That little catch in my breath as I begin to tear up is strangely comforting, so I never resist the emotion. Even though my young children scuffle around me and noisy chaos generally reigns in our home, as I read about someone else’s heartbreak, my own heart is somehow calmed. I find I am not alone in the weakness of this human condition. The author that moved me may have wept a little as he wrote.
It is a gift to be able to write well; it is a grander gift to experience the feelings that generate a great story and the amazing gift of life itself births the inexplicable drive of a natural writer. Life in its wonderful fullness compels us to share our words with others. When the motivation to express one’s heart becomes irrepressible, writing becomes joyous, satisfying and exciting. Is there anything more rewarding than reading one’s own excellent work? I don’t think so.
My life has been a continuous series of unexpected events and bizarre occurrences. Yet, I enjoy this crazy existence immensely. If reading about what I have experienced amuses anyone or challenges his or her thinking about Homeschool moms, I will be pleased.
Intellectually, I have been hibernating for fifteen years. As I see apostrophes misused in books, newspapers and magazines from all over the United States, I am becoming alarmed. Maybe I need to come out of my domestic cave and participate in this nation's publishing sub-culture. I hope so – writing is a blast.
Yes'm, writers' are most definately set apart. (The extra apostrophe's are on me.) ;-) Excellent writing', my dear. I can't believe I didn't have you track'ed. Must' have been a slip of the mind'. I tend to have those', especially where apostrophe's and tracking's are concern'ed.