silversolitaire | (no subject)

I'm happy... obviously the folks liked my story. This makes me very, very happy. It's true. I write what has to be written and I write what I want to read. But I need recognition, too. Or let's say... recognition makes it all easier for me. It's as if someone had lifted a rock off my chest then, which usually constantly presses down on me. This is one of the VERY few things that actually make me happy. To know that I could make other people happy with something that I have accomplished. With my own hands, with my words and my thoughts.

I know I will never have children. I will never leave anything behind but people's memory of me and what I did. Maybe this is why it makes me happy---