This post warms my heart: the essence of a writer.
It’s never been about the money (because, as I have said before, you’re more likely to win the Irish Sweepstakes than make much money at all in this publishing game), and it’s not about the fame (similar reason as for the money part).
It’s because I believe I have a story worth telling and that I’m the only one who can tell that story the way I’ve chosen to tell it.
But it’s mostly because I love to think that someone out there who has read what I’ve written will be touched by it in some way – hopefully in a positive way! – and that my story makes them think, feel, and experience something they would not have otherwise known, had I not written.
Someone like Heartny, for instance, who I met online through my blog when she commented on one of the posts I wrote about Chickungunya, as…
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