I am a reader.
Sometimes I write– poems and stories and tales of nothing– but I am not a writer. I am a reader.
Outsiders like to say we’re on the same team, but it’s not true. They don’t understand us.
You are a writer and you need me. I need you, too.
It’s a relationship, of sorts– a symbiotic, passionate, conflicted one. We are gladiators fighting a battle that the world, our audience, will never forget. It’s a tug-of-war etched into the very corners of everyday history and we each have our moments of glory.
Writers have an obvious position of power, of course. You tell me what you want, when you want, and from whatever perspective you want to share. It is a bold power, yes, but it is not necessarily the upper hand.
I am a reader, and I have power, too.
If I don’t like the little letters you’ve combined, they never turn into words. The words never turn into thoughts. The thoughts never leave the page to morph into ideas and your story is never freed.
And so it happens that, though we are not teammates– we are equals– walking through opposite sides of the same nightmares and dreams.
We fear together: The day you no longer write and the day I no longer read.
We promise each other: You will write stories till you can write no longer, and I will bring those stories to life.
Thus there is balance to our purpose and our fears.
So write and be fearless in your writing because I warn you– I will be fearless in my reading.
Remember my power– tacit, perhaps, but herculean– as your blood flows from your veins in rivets of chapters and verses. Think of me, as I think of you, and remember I will be tasting those words.
May they be delicious, for both our sakes, and may we continue to play the lucky tug-of-war that keeps the story of the written word alive.
I decided to try the Trifecta proper this week, with exactly 333 words using the 3rd definition of the word LUCKY. To read the other entries or to participate and link up, visit: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/03/trifecta-week-seventy.html