I often think about if and how my writing matters in the big scheme of things. In this age of twenty- four hour news streaming, social media platforms, Covid, politics, cancel culture and viral videos is what I write even heard above all the technological and media based noise?
I am not so sure. I like to think that my small fellowship of readers and followers cares what I write about and my creative process and journey. But is that enough? In this fast paced, hustle culture is a small blog on reading books and writing really making an impact on anyone?
I am not of this generation of hustle culture and social media superstardom. I certainly do not understand algorithms (Which seem to be ever changing) , content niching, and how to make a tik tok or a reel. I am lost as to what those things are and why they seem so important to the millions of people in the online space. Sometimes I walk around libraries and see so many people huddled around the computer carousel I wonder if anyone uses the library to take out books anymore. I feel a bit lost in this gigantic space of online life and daily media frenzy.
Am I becoming obsolete?
I love books. I love reading them. I love holding them. I love smelling them. I love collecting them . I love looking at them so neat and beautiful stacked on my shelves around my house. They comfort me and bring me joy. They take me on adventures and whisk me away in breathtaking dramas. Books are magical and brought to life by only opening up and beginning to read.
I do not get those same feelings when I flip open my laptop, or check my phone or tablet. I feel the complete opposite of comfort and joy. I feel anxious and annoyed. And yes it is all well and good to say well if you don’t like social media then just get off. Well, I can’t since everyone now uses it for updates and information sharing -even my child’s school. So just eliminating the perils of social media from my life is not a real option.
But that is neither here nor there. For the real question remains- Does my writing matter? If I am taking the time to put my thoughts into words and share them is that enough?
The answer is a resounding yes. I fervently believe that any creative endeavour has value and matters no matter how small the audience for it is this present day. So many great authors, artists, performers were unknown during their lives but still persevered for their art and so too should we. Even in this crazy age of viral videos and Insta-famous people and influencers art and the creative endeavours of all are worth spending time on and bringing to life.
My writing may only touch a few souls each week but it is a my work and it matters to me and that is enough.
I don’t write because I wish to be famous and rich. I write because the fire within me commands that I do so. I write because I have stories to tell and poetry to share. I write because it is what I was born to do.
My writing matters.
Your writing matters
Your art matters
Your music matters.
Your performance matters
All creative and artistic journeys are valuable and matter far more than fame and wealth.
Until next time – KEEP READING! KEEP WRITING!
All THE WRIGHT BOOKS 
I like to think the opposite. My writing doesn’t matter, and that’s particularly freeing. It allows me to do whatever I want, to express myself in ways that are unique to me, and if someone resonates with who I am, then all the better.
Great to see different takes on this topic. Thanks for sharing!
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