Writing for Strangers
I check out The Writer’s Almanac every day and noticed this morning that today is the birthday of novelist and travel writer Pico Iyer who said:
“Writing should … be as spontaneous and urgent as a letter to a lover, or a message to a friend who has just lost a parent … and writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.”
That really speaks to me, as a) I never know what these blog posts are about until a few seconds before they’re composed, and b) many of them contain heartfelt messages delivered to people, most of whom I’ll never know.
I’m reminded of an incident that brought a big smile to my face 14 years ago, when I was watching my then four-year-old son playing on a jungle gym. He had encountered a little girl he didn’t know, and tried to strike up a conversation. She said something to him I couldn’t make out, but I figured it out from my son’s reply: “Oh, it’s OK. You can talk to me. I’m not a stranger. I’m Jake Shields.”