My friend and I have a joke that you’re not really good friends until you have multiple conversations with each other on multiple platforms – e.g., text, WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn.
I think of how my writing peppers multiple planes of existence – Google docs, Scrivener, Notes app, my blog, a book I’m featured in, guest blogs, countless emails to myself, journals galore, more recently Voicenotes, and random pieces of paper in cluttered boxes.
I have to say, I must really want to be good friends with myself. The way I put my words out there for the possibility of my future self stumbling across them again is hopeful, innocent, and whimsical.
The relationship with the reader is a wonderful thing – to be able to present fact or fiction for someone else is a rewarding task. And between the lines is the relationship with self – how we hope that an older and wiser version of ourselves will stumble back upon our writings and to be proud of what we wrote then.
