you can’t write alone

Writing can be a lonely art.

Blogging brings you instant community with your readers.  Twitter gives you something to do when you have writer’s block.  Facebook is a great place to get feedback on what you should write next.

But the stringing together of words together, the editing and rewriting, it’s still a lonely task.

That’s why I don’t believe we should do it alone.

when writers gather, kindred spirits meet...When writers gather, kindred spirits meet.  We may not get much writing done when we’re together, but we return to our desks with the knowledge that we’re not alone.  We sit back down at our keyboards with more filled than just our well of words; the words themselves the glue that forms our bond across town, state, and internet.

We are hard-wired to write.  So it’s energizing to know there are others made up of ink such as we.

We will write even if no one else reads it.  But we need to know that others are writing alone and lonely, too.

Alone and yet not alone.

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about “Finding the Blogger Next Door“.
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stay

“Stay where you can hear His voice.”

It’s the lesson from Allume that keeps reverberating in my head.  When I want rules, when I want guidelines, Ann Voskamp’s words echo back.

She told the story in parable form, as she does so well.  Their daughter asked how far she could go away from the church yard before it was “too far.”  She was looking for landmarks, guidelines.  The fence?  The trees?

The Farmer answered: “When you can’t hear my voice calling your name any more, you’ve gone too far.”

So simple, yet so profound. 

It’s not that so many minutes doing one thing is okay and a minute more is too much.  It’s not that things must always be done in a certain order or with a certain priority to make them right.

I need only to stay where I can hear His voice.  And it’s both the easiest and the hardest spot to find and to stay.

{Five-Minute Friday: stay}

1,000 Words

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voice

Last Friday, their black and white words came alive when I heard each voice read her own creation aloud.  With the sound of her voice, her message took on the full color of life.  There was no losing her meaning with those inflections, those choked back tears.

At Allume, I hugged women who’d been only avatars on the screen.  I heard the passion behind the websites, the tears behind the books. 

Numbers and book contracts didn’t matter when we were together—it was our voices that made us unique, our stories that gave us meaning, our words the ties that bound us together.

And then Saturday night, we joined together as one voice, praising the Word Who gave us words.  A little taste of Heaven here on earth.  A unity I prayed we could each carry home and put into the voice of our blogs.

{Five-Minute Friday: “voice”}

1,000 Words

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