I write all the time. Every day. It is my practice. And I share it, too. Most of the time, there’s no response at all. I “publish” something and nothing changes. I don’t actually know if anyone’s read what I set down. Recently, a comment here on this blog made me realize that at least one person was actually reading it and paying attention and thinking about what they found. I was shocked to see this small thing making an effect on someone.
I am pleased to be read and received. I am pleased with my words making an emotional impact on someone or making them think.
But it is really something to imagine that one’s words could have the power to kill the way Hamlet’s rewritten commission does. I wouldn’t want such a power but it is QUITE a strong effect.