Last night I got probably one of the best compliments a writer can get. A friend (who shall remain anonymous) told me how much something I had written has affected her. More specifically, her husband. And even more specifically, it had effected them both in a positive way. I wrote a piece, part expository, part personal, about an affliction that is apparently common enough to have it’s own moniker, however not something widely known about or discussed. And by writing about it, a wonderful thing happened; my friend’s husband was able to put a name to his demon and realize he is not alone. It opened the door for frank discussion between his wife and him.
You can’t get a better compliment as a writer, fiction or nonfiction, than to have a positive impact on someone’s life.
Thanks to all of my readers and the people who support me. I hope I can return the favor.