I guess more than anything else from my written piece I want to know: did my love come through? I would rather my piece be poorly written but have my love come through. If my writing is grammatically correct but says nothing it has failed. Ideally it would be both. I also want to know: did you feel what I felt? Did you have an inkling? Were you there? Did you want to be there? Did my humanity come through? Those are questions I am always interested in. If the answer is “yes”, it is relatively simple to go back and clean up the language. All that is simple when the “guts” of the piece are there. If they are not, no fiddling with it will matter. I am not always aware of the response. The answers to those questions determine the success of my written piece.
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My Dad was dead twelve years and I was still angry at him. I still remember the last conversation I had with him and he said he was more impressed with the million dollars his future son-in-law made selling his company than anything I did. My writing did not matter to him. I tried to tell him, maybe, my words might have more effect on people than the money my future brother-in-law made. It was to no avail. Money meant more to him than anything else. I never got “the blessing” from him. And even today, years later I was still angry about his rejection of who I was. He was the one person I wanted to please. And he just could not do it. And even now years later the hurt and pain had not gone away.
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