Hope you had a great weekend.
Yesterday on the ol’ shopping trip, I discovered we got the Sunday comics this week. I had a lot of fun here, when we didn’t get ’em last week.
But I always try to have fun, regardless of what I’m doing.
Anyway, part of the running around yesterday involved my brother and a tryout for the local symphony. The conductor there knows me well, too, and after my brother’s tryout was over, we started talking. All of a sudden, he said:
“I see your posts on Facebook.”
That’s cool. Wait a minute…I share a lot of updates for Fiction And Copy Decoded over Facebook. So I asked, “Have you read my blog?”
“I try to read what I can.”
I’m not sure if he meant the internet overall, or if he meant posts on here. Facebook is a big place, after all. And I think I was still stuck processing the I-see-your-posts part. That’s not the point.
You never know who’s watching, and so you (almost) never know who you’re impacting—in a positive way, of course.
So keep at it.
That goes for you fiction writers out there or you write-to-persuade copywriters. Whether you submit to magazines online, self-publish books, write for clients, write for yourself, or any what-have-ya combination of the two.
All because you couldn’t imagine a life without writing, and the doors that it’s opened for you, personally and professionally.
Sure, that applies to anyone, even if their ambition is different. If writing’s not your thing, I know you have something you can’t imagine being without. Juggling, model airplanes, playing trumpet, what-have-ya.
The ones who go after what matters to them for years and years have that couldn’t-be-without-it to push them through times when they want to give up. And there’s also more to it than that. But that’s a subject for another post.
Just keep going. Sometimes things can be hard–so hard you think you may not make it. Keep going. We all make that impact–even though we may not realize it–with everyone we come in contact with.
And Mr. Armstrong, if you’re reading this, you impacted me for the better–trumpet playing, music, and life included. And that’s something I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Until next time,