Writing Thoughts at the End of 2011

What is life?  I think I know at some level, it is a gift of God, but what purpose and destiny?  My life ended with the end of my career.  It was how I defined myself.  It was my reason for getting up in the morning.  I realize now that is to my detriment.  Yes, I had skills and interests, but none that would propel me to make connections with other people and other worlds of thought, other then my own.

So, I write and create worlds.  Some of them are based on fact, and others pieces of fantasy based on ideas as old as twenty years.  This is reality now.  What is reality?  Reality is what we think is real.  Maybe I have been living in a dream for sixty years on this planet thinking I knew what I was doing.  How real is writing to a network of people on WDC, most of who do not exist?

Look at our statistics.  There are a few thousand active members and 100,000 or so that are just a long for the ride or are officially dead to the community.    I’d like to say we communicate well, but reality for myself and most of the folks on this network, we’re more likely to get hit by a meteor than to get a piece reviewed in a credible sort of way.  For a bunch of communicators, we don’t communicate all that well.

Can a writer be a writer if no one acknowledges him?  I would say, no.  Otherwise, the thing he creates is like that shadowy thing that comes into your mind, right before you wake up and then it disappears.  Maybe my words will disappear, but connections are possible.  For a writer, they are life.  I am hoping life will be better in 2012.

Are you making connections?  It is the only way to prove to yourself that you are alive.