Two words: You matter

The other day, I got a very short but incredibly powerful (to me) email. It was 35 words, to be exact, because I am dorky enough to do a word count. In a nutshell, it said thank you. For a Tweet I wrote. But why it was powerful was that someone took the time out of their busy day, someone I respect and admire, to say that.

I got another one a few days later, for something else I'd done online. I really don't have the words to express how moving that was for me. Online life, or at least, mine, can move at what feels like lightning speed. I sometimes have to make lists of people to email, things to post and Tweet and Instagram and schedule on Google Calendar. It's exciting and exhausting and sometimes makes me want to give up on all of electronic communication.

But I don't, because I believe in the social power of "social media." I believe in connecting with people, even when you don't hear from them directly, even when we are all being pulled in umpteen different directions.

The message I got from those emails was: You matter. And that's a message I want to parlay back to you. I have lots of other posts I want to write, about honing your creativity in erotica and things I've written and publisher newsletters and traveling, but right now, from a Manhattan Starbucks, that's what I want to say. Life is not, ultimately, about amassing "followers," which sounds like some sort of cult creepiness, but about reaching real live people, or even just one person.

Those emails made me want to pay that sentiment forward, to tell more people how much their caring, their actions, their words, their art, means to me. Which is what I plan to do. Starting with this.
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Published on October 14, 2015 10:11
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message 1: by Jodi Sh. (new)

Jodi Sh. A few years ago a woman went to the trouble of tracking me down and finding me via the masthead of a magazine I was working for at the time. She just needed to make contact, to talk about a personal piece I'd written in Bearing Life: Women's Writings on Childlessness, one of the first under my own name. The thing that had happened to me had happened to her, but she'd never told anyone. Not one person. She didn't say much more. She just needed to make contact with someone and say the thing out loud.

That call changed my life and affirmed my reason for writing, being as honest as possible, and being visible and accessible.


Nikki "The Crazie Betty" V. Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing the joy!


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