“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone.”
I found this quote particularly appropriate because the first piece I read for this semester was a short story by John Cheever. I had never heard of him before that.
This brief passage sums up exactly how I’m feeling at the moment. I keep writing this blog, but no one is reading it. Where are you, readers? Without you, I’m just sending my words off into the void—empty, meaningless, alone. I can’t do this alone.