It is the deepest desire of every writer, the one we never admit or even dare to speak of: to write a book we can leave as a legacy. And although it is sometimes easy to forget, wanting to be a writer is not about reviews or advances or how many copies are printed or sold. It is much simpler than that, and much more passionate. If you do it right, and if they publish it, you may actually leave something behind that can last forever.
Opening a book and reading the words of someone who is speaking to you across years and continents is... well, I can think of no better word than magic. It's telepathy. It's communicating with a person you may never see, or meet, or touch. A person who may not have taken even a breath during your lifetime. Writers have a chance to achieve immortality; they can go on speaking forever, waiting patiently behind bookcovers for the next curious mind to engage.
It's a tiny kind of miracle, to leave something of yourself behind like that. The idea is huge, and heavy, and leaves me feeling small and eager.
Magic, I tell ya.
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