The words I read came from the heart. Admittedly, they were written a long while ago and never fully polished. Perhaps they weren’t quite ready for a public airing. Plus, they were a part of something longer which hadn’t yet been completed either. And the audience was expecting a fictional story, not a personal essay.
Is that why the words were misunderstood when they were read to an audience? Is that why the listeners took issue with the philosophy when all they’d been asked for was a view on the writing itself? Is that why the whole thing was so painful and annoying?
I learned three things that evening:
- Make sure the work that you share with others is work that you are truly happy with. If you have none ready, share nothing and keep writing.
- If they don’t understand what you’re saying, check whether you’ve written what you thought you had. What’s clear in your heart and head may not be clear on paper. It doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
- If you stand by your writing and your words, then those who didn’t understand are not your people. They can be your friends, but they are not your audience.