We are Writers
by Dana Cleveland Konop

            Writing is such an act of faith.  We practice and think on things that others allow to sift through their fingers without acknowledging.

We care more deeply in worlds unseen and create more sweetly.

We’re driven to capture words and liberate ideas.

We inhale with palpitations for chapters of days, weeks, months and maybe even years.

Smitten by threads of personalities we’ve glimpsed, we’re compelled to get it right no matter how many deletes, changes, revisions, or critiques are required. 

Intrigued with conflicts, we give birth to entire pages revealing the connectedness of life. We’re driven to show and tell whether spoken or unspoken in hopes someone will listen. We are writers – in working belief that someone will care, and respond with a contract or perhaps a letter, a nod, tear, sigh, smirk, or snicker.

And when no one responds, we write anyway.

While others sell vacuums, give shots, argue legalese, mow lawns, lecture, count money, advise or paint toenails, we write for we are authors. And if no one stops to pay attention, we write on in silence like charmed souls perched on flying vacuums soaring atop clouds while aiming for destiny.