Patty Mayeux Blog

Writing is a lonely act. Struck by inspiration, we choose to make something of it or move on and forget the flash of brilliance, all alone. No one holds my hand while I turn jotted notes into blog entries or scenes for a short story or novel. It is my ten fingers poking at the keys, but there is a world of people figuratively surrounding me, holding me up, pushing me forward, teaching me, guiding me, inspiring me. Were I to isolate in my writing closet, there would be little to say. To whom could I turn during moments of doubt and frustration? Who would share in successes like rejection letters letting me know I was so close? Would there be anyone to read my words in a voice all my own? Imagine two triangles meeting at a point. One contains all the connections from the past. The mirrored shape is filled with those who are entertained or inspired by the words of the writer who resides in that single meeting point, all alone. The mechanical act of writing may be a solo act, but it depends on the big wide world of connections, feeding in to and growing out of that single, lonely point.