That writer I wrote about, Nayia Moysidis, sent me inspiration through her heroism and unencumbered writing.
She also sent me in other directions, one of them being Seth Godin’s blog.
Many of you may know him already. After all, he is a creative writer, blogger, entrepreneur, and internet marketing master. Once I’d read one then two then ten of his posts, I subscribed to his blog and even bought a couple of his books.
So, when I read his post about Paracosms, I smiled, frowned, and sipped his words with my morning cappuccino.
Here’s the link to what he wrote:
Now, normally, I’d laugh, nod knowingly, or even brush it off as an agreeing to disagree moment, but this one kept me sipping.
I love books. They are my Bibles. If everything is wrong with my life, books will pull me away from it and bring me back better, renewed, ready to take on my own problems as if I had just taken a vacation.
No NetFlix series or award-winning film does that. No hour-long browsing session offers that. Those are just teasers, bites of chocolate for me. Books make my time worthwhile. Not every book, but the majority I’ve read have done their job.
So when he makes the comment, “Paper is magical.” It is, to me. I don’t have to take a pill or drown my sorrows in glasses of wine. I found this out a long time ago as a child who needed to escape reality. I opened my books and realized something that today’s generation doesn’t quite understand.
Those writers carried me into other realms, knocking down barriers, opening doors. I treasure their words.
Books are my “sacred cows” as Seth puts it.
So, incidentally, I’m exactly the person he’s speaking to in this post. That’s why I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d written.
When I stopped frowning, I realized I just wanted to hold onto those desperate childhood moments. But, I’m not that child anymore. And, this world isn’t that one anymore.
He’s right. As much as I hate it, I know he’s right because I’m here with you and the rest of the blogging world.
I read your posts and draw inspiration, new knowledge, insights, and laughter. It breaks this world down and builds strength for another day. It’s a new way to read chapters of a book, in a blog.
Here are just some of them:
http://freepennypress.wordpress.com/
http://imdbwords.wordpress.com/
http://littlemisswordy.wordpress.com/
http://broadsideblog.wordpress.com/
http://somestolenmoments.wordpress.com/
http://scotterb.wordpress.com/
http://malcolmscorner.wordpress.com/
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You said>>> Those writers carried me into other realms, knocking down barriers, opening doors. I treasure their words.
I loved this post and your above sentence!!!! I love it when somebody says something that I connect so much to!
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So good to hear you say you connect to those words. I’m always connecting to yours.
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That was a good way to put it – like reading chapters in a book. I, too, must have my books with the magic of paper.
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Yes, as I was writing this, it occurred to me that these are chapters in our books. I love to read them.
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“It’s a new way to read chapters of a book, in a blog.”
I’ve always held that most books started off as articles and the author was just encouraged to turn the article into a book. The trick is finding that article without having to read the entire book. Hopefully many of the blog posts we read are those articles.
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I think many blog posts are those articles. So, I think we’re all reading books when we return to the same blogs to read more, at least that’s what it feels like. I know I read yours and the posts tend to flow together, but when one doesn’t, it has a category to slide into.
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