…and, until now, I was my best audience and reader.
But, I was always writing to readers outside myself. It is how I tried to stay honest and clear. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes, perhaps, it didn’t. But, by having a picture of my readers clearly in my mind, my audience existed separated from me only by time.
Since writing exists in a realm above and beyond time, I am able to read works created years, even centuries outside my time as fresh as the day the pen met the page. So, 40 years after I began, I continue to write for an audience I cannot see, but I know our paths will cross.
This is the magic of the written word. It is the tie that binds.
It is our immortality.