Conversations With The Gods by James L. Rubart
December 13, 2011 4 Comments
To me, athletes and authors were gods. Some floated higher than others, but none touched the ground like we humans did.
So in the mid-nineties, when a friend of mine said he knew many authors, I was astounded.
“How did you do it?”
“I wrote to them. They wrote back. Some of them became friends and stay at my house when they come to town.”
I recall replying with a witty comment along the lines of, “Uh, oh wow, uh … wow.”
I couldn’t imagine doing what he’d done.
Never considered writing to one of my favorite authors. Didn’t think they’d ever respond and didn’t think they’d care what their writing had done for me.
I thought all authors were having coffee with other authors, or tucked away in their attic writing rooms contemplating great spiritual truths and composing pithy prose—on a plane far too high to stoop down and consort with mere mortals.
One of the reasons we write is we hope to make an impact on our readers. Make them smile, make them cry, or simply entertain them for a few hours, or make them see Jesus in a different way, give them hope, see them restored, see them set free …
When readers tell us we’ve done that? It’s life!
Sorry if I’ve shattered an illusion; but it’s true. We’re not gods. We have joys and sorrows, hopes and fears, laughter and tears just like you.
So if you’ve ever thought about telling an author how you feel and what their story has done for you, pick up your keyboard. Send it. Make their day.
Gotta go, there’s someone I need to e-mail.
I bet he’ll write back.
James L. Rubart is the best-selling, and award winning author of ROOMS, BOOK OF DAYS, and THE CHAIR. During the day he runs Barefoot Marketing, helping authors make more coin of the realm. In his free time he dirt bikes, hikes, water skis and take photos. No, he doesn’t sleep much. He lives with his amazing wife and teenage sons in the Pacific Northwest and still thinks he’s young enough to water ski like a madman. More at www.jameslrubart.com