Episode Unknown.  And Yet More Questions, but a Bit of an Answer

        Claiming yourself as a writer is staring over the cliff of an unknown future. Because what you compose, regardless of what genre it is in, once it's out there, it is no longer yours. It is being ransacked, enjoyed, sniffed at, laughed at, or being drawn to the chest in an embrace. You no longer are in control.                     The hours, days and sometimes years, that you have invested in your characters, your plot, the nuances and all the endless leafing through Roget's Thesaurus are for nothing at this point. Because it's not yours. Anymore. It belongs to the World.

    And the benefit of this? You will hit the mark. Somewhere, with someone, whose heart you touch, who fears you resurrect, who's tear glands you tickle, who's late-night-reading-in-bed brain goes "YES!YES!" This, though unknown to you, is your silent reward. And that's what we strive for so strongly. To engage, humor, entertain and make those little grey cells twitch. For some young kid in Nebraska, an elder woman in a high-rise in a huge city, a friend across town, someone maybe across oceans, to read into the darkness of late night/early morning because they can't NOT turn the next page.

That mark is within your reach. Go for it.

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