I was sitting here tonight (two minutes ago actually) and not even thinking about why I write. I was busy replying to the blog sites that I subscribe to, connecting to as many people as possible when I heard it.
My wife laughed out loud.
I was in my recliner, doing my thing, listening to what you guys in the blog world have to say, adding my two cent’s worth, and she just laughed out loud from our bedroom.
Watching a television show, she just laughed out loud.
Then it hit me and hit me hard.
Those of us who write fiction, poetry, or paint or sculp, or act or tell jokes or sing…or any damn thing else creative that I have forgotten to mention, that is really why we are doing this thing.
For the laugh.
Or the sigh.
Or a grin.
For the reaction!
Did my wife laugh at something on a television show?
She laughed because of something that grew out the mind of creative person – actor or writer’s idea – and touched her in such a way that made an impression, an impression that made her laugh.
Who among you that aspires to be creative, that puts your work out there for the world to examine, doesn’t live for that moment when your work is accepted?
I want to hear from you.