Over the course of my writing journey, I have been fortunate to meet many talented writers. My own work has been encouraged by these individuals either through teaching or mere inspiration. As I grow in my craft, I continue to learn, endeavor to share, and strive to create, based upon the development of my own writing philosophy. Continued association with such inspiring people, whether through the local writer’s group meetings, or through my own personal relationships (many of which have developed from the wonderful people I have met in that group), there is opportunity to hear and read their work. Our meetings allow us a chance to be among those who share our love for words and gives us the medium to read and listen, comment and suggest, digest and think… words are amazing and as they are released from their host they become something to cherish. Some writers are compelled to publish their stories after consideration and time, but the act of writing them, whether fact or fiction, is not something they simply choose to do. We all know that a writer writes because they must and will explain it in such as way that manifests itself as a declaration of the impossibility of doing anything else with such passion. I say some are compelled to publish their stories because not everyone embraces the act of displaying their words publicly; they hold them private although they have released them onto the page. Each act of writing is an expression of self and whatever the end product, it is the writer’s story that matters. It is theirs to tell and to share, but once they do – it belongs to the reader, to be read and relived, over and over again. That is where courage lies – it is an offer to the future and immortality for the author.
As a writer I know the bond we have with words and as a publisher I respect the privilege I have been given each and every time I hold someone’s manuscript in my hands or read it upon the screen. They share their words with a trust I hold in complete honor. It does not mean that all words given to me for review are chosen to be published; it does not mean that I agree or hold truth in all words shared with me; it means simply that I respect the writer for the effort afforded in that act.
I fashioned a simple poem as a tribute to those who publish their stories:
Between two well planned covers lie
words of your journey – beginning to end
Mingled among emotions, tangled with the soul
stories begging they be retold again.
Beacons along life’s journey light
words that share your tale – where you live
a quiet memory revived
to breathe upon the pages you give.
Fear not, for your memories will not die
all stories have importance, as do the next
The tales of your life – bound with care
come alive with each who absorb the text.
Those covers – birth and death, past and present, then and now – contain the story of your life and only you can write it.