Sometimes life hands you a humble sandwich. I had one last evening, and it tasted great. Here’s how it happened.
I belong to a small writer’s group. As the member who has published the most work, I was feeling a bit smug. It was my turn to be the speaker, and my topic was “How to self publish on the internet.” I had worked on my presentation, had made up handouts; I felt prepared. All went well and I was extremely pleased with the results.
After the presentation, as the conversation was in full swing, one young woman offered some of her work to read. K (my partner) has a beautiful reading voice. As her rich contralto filled the room with this woman’s wordcraft, a creation myth, we all sat spellbound. The author is a gifted graphic artist, but this was amazing. She paints with words. As K read we were all transported to a more beautiful place. There was reverent silence for moments when she stopped reading.
I swear I will do all in my power to convince that young author to publish something. That is a talent that should be shared with the world. I am both amazed and humbled, yet I feel blessed to have been there for that reading.
As I have said many times before, I am not so much a writer as I am a storyteller. At least my hat will fit again.
Live long and prosper, dear friends. May your days be blessed, Prudence