The Moment of Impact – or, Why do I Care if Anyone Reads What I Write?

I am no spotlight hog. In fact, in the spotlight is generally the last place I ever want to be. I much prefer to live my life like a prisoner about to make a run for the barbed-wire lined fence – hiding in the shadows until the light passes then darting out when the way is clear and no one can see me breaking for freedom.

spotlightWhich is why I have often wondered why I have such a deep, driving need for the words I’ve written to actually be read by someone. Whether it’s my blog, my short stories, my column or (warning, shameless plug coming) my first romantic suspense novel, The Watcher, I live in anticipation of hearing from or meeting someone who has read something I’ve written and is willing to share with me their thoughts on the experience.

At least, I have wondered about this driving need until recently, when I came across a quote in a book. The words hit me so profoundly that I literally had to put the book down and contemplate them for several minutes, letting the truth of them sink in.

The quote was by Max McLean, founder of the Fellowship for the Performing Arts, who said: “… I am amazed at the communicators who have never quite understood that a story is not a story until it has been received.”

Wham! The revelation struck me like an apple falling from a tree and bouncing off my head:

The stories I write are incomplete until someone reads them. It is in the reading that the connection is made, the process is completed, the circle is closed.

gold circleIt’s the whole tree falling in the forest thing: If a writer pens a story and no one’s around to hear (or read) it, does it make an impact? Of course not. And making an impact, connecting with a reader on some level, “stirring the blood” as McLean describes it—rather than fame, money or best-seller status—is the whole point of the story-telling process.

Which is why I long to have my words read: to establish that connection with another human being. Whether the feedback is positive (which I love and appreciate), or negative (which I appreciate and see the value of, especially if it is kindly done or at least kindly meant), receiving it affirms that my words have been received, the blood has (hopefully) been stirred, even if just a little, and an impact, however tiny, has been made.

The story has just become a story.

Press on, my friends. Press on,


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5 Responses to The Moment of Impact – or, Why do I Care if Anyone Reads What I Write?

  1. Ruth Coghill says:

    WOW, Sara. Those words you wrote today went from my head straight to my heart. No wonder I need to tell (write) my story. Powerful!

  2. Bobbi says:

    Totally with you on this. I had never considered it before. Yes. The story doesn’t become a story until it is read.

  3. Can I say WOW too, Sara? How profound. Thanks for giving me something to think further on.

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