The Best Thing About My Writing

Spoiler Alert: It is definitely not my writing.

So I have inundated you with my every thought, large or small, reasoned or not, half baked or fully incomprehensible, since what must feel to you, as the dawn of time.

I go so far back that the Yankees were still winning World Series when I began my assault on your senses. And Donald Trump's contemplations of grandeur were merely focused on a fake conference room at NBC.

So what, for me, has been the most satisfying result of piling millions of words into the atmosphere? Is it the public plaudits I have occasionally received in my relentless pursuit of publication? Well that actually is not a bad guess. But it would not be the correct one.

What I have most enjoyed, and what I continue to find of greatest reward, is the connections I have maintained, and in some cases established, through this vehicle. For my friends, whether they like it or not, I am a constant. A thought, or many thoughts, in their head. Rumbling, bumbling, stumbling, mumbling, fumbling, often grumbling. But a presence nonetheless

Throughout the course of our lives, we wander in and out of relationships. Time, place and circumstance often moving us away, figuratively and literally, from many in our orbit. People disappearing from sight and from our mind. Unintended breakups.

But my writing has afforded me the opportunity to maintain connections. I hear from far more people than I would have had I kept my thoughts to myself. Names that would otherwise have been lost in space, now part of the conversation.

Recently, a number of people have signed up to read my ruminations. Children of friends, “almost” relatives, work colleagues of my daughter, former ski patrol buddies of my wife. Those who would otherwise reside on the periphery for me, now all front and center. We will likely email each other now. Maybe occasionally meet up. Expanding my universe, in ways for which I am most grateful.

I know my writing can feel to many like an intrusion. Too much, too often. But for some, I am tolerated, and in some instances, a voice they look forward to hearing. Someone who has not fallen off their radar. Someone to drop a line to, once in a while. To inform me as to what is occurring in their universe. Someone to reciprocate in kind with me. Someone who is a friend.

If you are reading this I want to thank you. You are what this exercise is ultimately about. YOU are the best thing about my writing.

And know, if you want to reach out to me, it is never TOO EARLY TO CALL.