My mind buzzed over and over in a spiral. Lately, nothing had gone right in the writing world. My blog was floating above the water. I hadn’t been able to work on my novel or short stories in a while. My critics gave me the same reply: “good but not good enough.” Because writers could never be good enough, right?
But as my mind spun, I glanced down at my phone. An email from a follower popped up and an instant wave of anxiety hit me. But as soon as my eyes read the message, a smile spread across my face.
The email spoke about how much I affected this reader—this stranger—from behind a computer screen. They—who could have lived hundreds of miles from me—got inspired by an unknown writer.
I felt more powerful for once. Instead of doing homework, I got five more blog ideas and wrote two of them. I came up with ideas on how to edit my short stories.
I had forgotten how far words can go even as a writer. It could be a complement for a shirt or telling someone how intelligent they are. Perhaps words were too powerful for even my mind to comprehend.
Robin LeeAnn 