If a tree falls in the forest . . . will you write about it?
My husband and I are fortunate to live in a particularly beautiful part of the Appalachian mountains. It’s pretty common for us to come around a turn or crest a hill and call the other’s attention to a lovely view. Foggy morning mists, distant snowy heights, lush pastures, sunsets, sunrises, old barns framed by cow-dotted fields . . . the list goes on.
While those views are just as lovely when I’m alone in the car or on the trail, my enjoyment of them goes up a notch when my husband is with me. The pleasure we take in drawing one another’s attention to whatever has caught the eye amplifies the object.
And that’s a big part of why I love to write. I have all these ideas, stories, pictures and thoughts running around inside my head and while I enjoy them, they get so much better when I share them with other people.
Hopefully, one day, I’ll have books out there and people will read them and by reading them will share those experiences with me. Ultimately, that’s why I write. To connect. To nudge readers and say, “Hey, would you look at that?” So we can marvel at it together.