To the Reader, wherever you are, that wrote the following, thank you.
Memories tells the story of a lifetime… literally. It’s one of those stories that really hits you in the heart and makes you think, “What one would be MY one thing? What one thing from my life would I choose to take with me?” What are the things in our lives that matter the most? The answer to this question in Memories is a touching revelation and a perfect commentary on same sex marriage.
As a gay woman, who just came out, the story especially hits home but really, this could be a story about any couple, or individual; gay or straight. More importantly, this is a WELL WRITTEN story. I feel like I don’t come across very many authors these days who really resonate with me like Hurst was able to in this story… the only word I have for her writing is masterful.
I quote this review not to toot my own horn, but to talk about why it was so important to me.
I’ve been in another dry spell with my writing. I’ve been feeling like it’s dull and uninteresting; hardly dynamic enough. I’ve been worried about my dialogue. My voice. My style. I even wondered if my place wasn’t meant to be on the penning side of things. Who would I touch with my work? Who would I excite? I was reading amazing books and only getting more depressed. Yes, yes, I should put away my pens. Close the word processor.
But then I checked my Amazon page. A friend of mine had reminded me of the story I wrote around this time last year, and I decided to see how it was doing. I’m not at that stage yet, where I check all my sales all the time, but I know that Memories hasn’t sold many copies since last year.
The review above was waiting for me.
It was a moment that I am sure most authors write for. To connect with someone else, purely through story. Someone they don’t know. A complete and utter stranger––moved by your work. Through your words, however you’ve arranged them.
Memories is a story near and dear to my heart, half-steeped in reality, and half in fiction. Not just because I would love to one day be able to marry my Canadian partner legally, federally in the states, but also because there is so much more to any relationship besides sex, and it is unfortunate that most stories in the news, or within our very culture, are steeped in it. Even in literature, I found myself longing for more stories like The Witch Sea by Sarah Diemer; stories which are LGBT but not just a steamy-romance novel. I long for stories of real people.
In any case, the pens stay out another day. I try a little harder. I will force the words to come whether they are ready to or not.
Because my work can, and has touched others in meaningful ways, I continue to write.
And write, and write, and write.
So, to the Reader that wrote the above, the next one’s for you.