Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to respond to me, Darcy Reeder. It’s always encouraging when fellow writers / readers are willing to enter into a dialogue but, alas, not everyone is.
Also many thanks for sharing your story. It sounds like I have some serious reading to catch up on… 😁
Ultimately, we writers cannot dictate how readers will react to our words. Once they’re out there, how people engage — or not as the case may be — is a combination of culture, curiosity, values, and of course personal circumstances.
Mine, I readily admit, have completely upended the way I approach life in general and family in particular. Death has been hanging around for a year now, it has already taken my best friend, and it has also made itself at home at my parents’ so my views reflect that.
All the more as the worst is yet to come, unless oncology delivers a miracle but we’re not counting on that because we’re godless folks. We do however believe in humor so there’s that, it does help.
Going back to copy, what one person reads as vulnerable, another will read as exploitative; what one person reads as helpful, another will read as patronizing; what one person reads as authentic, another will read as self-pitying… and so on.
Ours is a craft that calls for accountability and the ability to take feedback and constructive criticism on board, no matter how unsettling it may be.
With this in mind, I’ll take another look at my piece and see if it might benefit from se extra editing. At this stage, I don’t know nor am I sure I’ll be able to get to it anytime soon. I’m thumbing this out on a Paris bus en route to the hospital as my stepmom starts a new chemo protocol today.
Hope your daughter’s first day of kindergarten isn’t too traumatic for either of you. I don’t have kids but from what I’ve been told, it’s often moms who struggle the most with letting go while kids are just thrilled to meet new playmates…
Thanks again for such a generous and thoughtful reply, Darcy. 😄