The road from resistance to revelry is a long and winding route.
I think it’s in bad taste to toot your own horn. I like a soft piano, in a dim room. I’m not crazy about parades.
Still I understand the need for presence, for promotion. In fact, much of my work is publicity and promotion — see Words at Work. I give voice to small business, big business, to the haves and have-nots. When I'm not writing for business, I'm writing for fun — writing poetry, leading workshops, and sharing my love of, and gratitude for, words. See Events.
And yet, when it comes to promoting — or even revealing — my own efforts and achievements, I am uncomfortable offering more than a restrained hooray among a few friends. The irony is that I urge young writers to take pride in their work. “Own it,” I tell them. “Read it loud and proud!” See Write with Me.
And so, I am taking my own medicine. Despite my initial resistance, I have come to this: My website and blog — see Off the Page — doesn’t have to be all about me. For now, it's a quiet place to share ideas.
And so, let’s go. Not with the thunder of the self-absorbed, but in the same careful way a single line, when spoken softly, carries great weight.