This week has been in some ways quite revealing. I always wondered to myself whether it was possible or not to have writing relationships, where it may be a long time...or perhaps never...until the two correspondents meet.
Are such relationships, across miles and possibly time zones, any less valuable than those which exist in the flesh? Does the promise or potential of any tangible relationship (not just romance but friendship) make the relationship more important than other writing relationships? Is writing just a door...or is it more?
I do not have answers. I know that I have engaged in a few, and that I enjoy them. I've been inspired by poetry and created a painting. I've been inspired by dialogue and have dedicated a plate of pancakes. I've even dabbled a bit with erotic writing, inspired by these new connections. I've begun, haltingly, to put myself out...to share more, to listen, to learn.
If the end result for each of us is expanded awareness and a greater sense of self through these writing relationships, than so be it. If writing is to be the action of the moment, I shall not let the moment be diminished by the hope or promise of a future meeting...I shall embrace the moment and exist...and value the writing relationship as it is, as well as the partner on the other end of the line.
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