I don’t remember sending actual physical letters to my friends. The idea written words resonate with others across miles and time, intrigues me. We read Shakespeare’s words and we laugh, cry and fall in love, even though the words were writing almost 500 years ago. I often wonder if William contemplated the possibilities of future generations reading his work or if he considered his words would have a shelf life.
Sharing ideas, fears, hopes, and dreams are the basis for intimate human connections. Reading about characters in stories who face the same problems we face helps us realized we are not alone.
Why did you become a writer?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer