A place to indulge my narcissism... and write stuff...

I write for me…

Back in March I read an article by Robert McCrum in the Observer titled, “Who are you writing for?” The piece considered many possible audiences and included a wonderful answer from Robert Louis Stevenson penned in his in “Travels With a Donkey.” Mr. Stevenson wrote, “Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular letter to the friends of him who writes it. They alone take his meaning; they find private messages, assurances of love, and expressions of gratitude, dropped at every corner. The public is but a generous patron who defrays the postage.”

I have a few family and friends that read this space. Some occassionally take the time to comment on the content. Family and friends. I’m glad they visit and I know they understand the “private messages, assurances of love, and expressions of gratitude.” Today I found out my audience is a little broader than I previously knew. However, this little segment seemed to express bemusement and ridicule at the contents herein. That stung a little, but I guess criticism is invited when expressing in a public forum. I enjoy writing and this place is an environment to practice and improve. This is my reality… What’s yours?

2 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    I’m too busy too be concerned with reality? Or is it realty?

    Keep going Leo

    Jim Hurley

  2. Blogger User

    Your audience is, indeed, broader than you thought. For example, all 13 of my personalities read your blog.

    Signed,
    Jeff
    Jim
    Bob
    Rick
    John
    Dan
    David
    Matthew
    James
    Steven
    Andrew
    Christopher
    Josh

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