Words open doors

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It starts with an idea. If you’re lucky diligent, the idea grows and morphs and attaches onto other ideas…and so it goes, until you have something worth writing about.

It starts with a blank page. If you’re lucky diligent, the page becomes populated with words that grow and morph into sentences and paragraphs…and so it goes, until you have a piece of writing.  

It starts with one reader. If you’re lucky diligent, that reader, over time, multiplies into others…and so it goes, until you have many readers, some of whom are friends, some of whom you don’t know and are not even related to. 

The more you nurture ideas and fill blank pages with words and send them out into the world of readers, the better chance you have of being read and of finding more readers. 

Self-evident, of course, so what’s the point? There are three: 

One: Ten and a half years ago, I had a personal essay published in The Globe and Mail, which was a lovely unplanned achievement for me. Tomorrow, January 5th, I’ll have a second one published in The Globe and Mail, which will be a major long-planned achievement for me — one that’s taken almost eleven years to reach. And without you, dear Reader, I would not be there yet. 

Two: Since I first put up this blog in 2018, you have been reading what I have been writing, so I have been writing more routinely and so the ideas have been coming more fluently and those blank pages have been filling more easily with words that become writing worth reading. And so it goes. And along the way, my skill is polished and my confidence grows, such that I say, What the heck — why not? Why not try The Globe again? Why not submit a piece to a professional editor at a national newspaper and see what happens? And so I did. And without you, dear Reader, I would not have done it yet. 

Three: Tomorrow, when my personal essay is in The Globe and Mail, pat yourself on the back for the role you played in helping me get it there. THANK YOU! 

Words open doors: When we say them and they are heard. And when we write them and they are read. This is how we tell the stories of our lives. This is how we shape the story of our life. Never underestimate the power of words. To quote Margaret Atwood, "A word after a word after a word is power." And she, with that quote, now grace a Canada Post stamp, so who knows where I  or you  might end up. 

Read the essay here. You'll need to be either a subscriber to The Globe and Mail or to sign up for a limited-access free account. 

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Land acknowledgement: I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji-Cree, Dakota and Dene peoples, and on the homeland of the Métis Nation.

Photo by Danielle MacInnes via Unsplash.com

Comments

  1. Congratulations Amanda! I'm so happy for you. Love reading your posts and will look forward to reading your essay in the Globe.

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  2. Amanda! Big congratulations on your success!! I can't wait to read your piece in the Globe and Mail!

    (ignoring inner editor who is telling me that's too many exclamation points - because indeed it is NOT!!!)

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  3. Wow Amanda, that is so exciting, what an achievement!

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  4. Congratulations Amanda - what a way to start the new year! Wishing you peace and an abundance of success and other goodnesses to you in 2022.

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    1. Congratulations Amanda !
      I’m looking forward to reading it

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  5. Wow, Amanda, that is a wonderful achievement, and so inspiring to all of us!!

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  6. I remember reading this maybe on this blog or on JRW’s.
    I’m very glad for you that it was published on The Globe and Mail.
    I’m sure this person will never forget you. I sure never forget someone who has helped me.

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    1. Danielle: you have a good memory! I did originally put the story up on my blog, and reworked it for The G & M. You're right: Kindness and compassion from a stranger is something we long remember. For example, I'll never forget the woman who stopped her car to come over to my car to see why I was crying -- I was lost on a complicated road system in the Halifax area and didn't know how to get home. Her kindness got me over the hump of helplessness.

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  7. Amanda, I just read your article in the Globe and Googled your name to see who you were. What a lovely, heart-warming story! I love how you segued from the specific (helping a petrified flyer) to the universal (making meaningful connections with strangers, yes, but also being willing to accept how little control we have over much of your lives...and helping others to sense the same. The more we can make those links (turning the specific into the universal), the better will be our stories. Keep writing, and never let it go!

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