Writing can be isolating.  Hours at a computer.  No one to say that the sentences I’ve just crafted are clear or confusing, concise or wandering.  Then I get a message, completely unsolicited, from a mum whose son has just read my book.  “He loved it,” she says.  “He wants to meet you.”  Suddenly there is a face to my reader.  I’m both happy and shy.

As a writer my goal is to touch people in some way, make them laugh or cry, think or feel deeply.  Now it is real.

Thanks Duncan.

Advertisements