“Every word written is a victory against death.”
Amongst all the riches that writing brings, cheating death may be the most prolific.
We all die.
Mortality and taxation are the only constants.
And while our memory lives on in the hearts of family and friends, when the bell tolls, the world doesn’t pause, clocks don’t stop, rivers don’t cease to flow. Whether you’ve lived a life of fortune and notoriety, or a nondescript existence, all is forgotten, in due time.
But for writers of any stature; a King, a Rowling, a first-time self-published author, death has been dealt a significant blow. When you depart this earth, when you embark upon your epic journey, someone, somewhere, will eventually stumble across your words. And when they do, they will reflect upon your thoughts, your ideas, they will know your secrets, embrace your fears, and rediscover a soul departed.
A writer’s voice is reborn with each new reader, mysteries reopened, passions reignited. Words echo the writer’s spirit, long after death, capturing a moment in time, preserving it for an eternity.
Unlike any other medium, the written word establishes an intimate bond between two individuals – the author and the reader. Whenever I pick up one of my favorite novels, Jurassic Park, I channel Michael Crichton’s spirit, each word on the page speaking directly to me, a connection of two minds, separated by time and space, one physical, one ethereal, but connected all the same.
A neat trick – to speak to the living from beyond the grave.
Authors live on, with each new generation.
Cheating death, with every word written.
Until next time,