My writing group had our end of the year celebration this past Friday. We read our stories aloud to friends and family. My aunt and 94 year-old grandma were there. And my mother, of course.
I am a big fan of the writers group, but particularly this group. Not only is there real talent, but support, encouragement and friendship. So much of what writers do is in solitude, it’s great to come together — to celebrate our achievements and share our stories with a room full of loved ones. Writers need an audience. For what’s the value in a story not shared?
There is only one real deprivation. I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one’s gift to those one loves most. The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.
~May Sarton (from For Writers Only by Sophy Burnham)
Amy F. Quincy Author/Freelance Writer 
June 2, 2013 at 9:46 am
I enjoy your blog and your writings sometimes bring a tear but by far smiles out number the wet eyes. ❤😊
June 2, 2013 at 10:23 am
Thank you so much! It’s great to know you’re reaching others.
June 2, 2013 at 10:10 am
Yes, Amy. What is the value of a story not shared? Although I know there are many things I’ve written that will never be published–I write to make myself happy–but there are some that I really do want to share.
June 2, 2013 at 10:28 am
Not shared and not published are two different things. Many of the stories read Friday have not been published So what? Just share. (And you do on your blog.)