But my questioning mind asks, why do we all flood into see stories we already know, when hundreds of new writers are begging to see their work published or on stage. It is as if they are invisible. Well, dear invisible writers everywhere, whether of plays or books, don't you know that your lot is akin to all great artists, you will make it one day because your work is a legacy to what you have lived through; to be archived, to remind a world of your time.
History needs to grow by being drip fed its stories from now, to feed the future. Writing is a seed we plant to grow and feed our descendants, who viewing our history, will hopefully see the circles of life; see the development of good things and the destruction caused by evil. But we need our invisible writers to be brave enough to write hidden from sight, but selflessly devoted to laying down their knowledge for the rest of time.
So write about what you know, what is fun about your life, what is daft and laughable, what is the evil around you and the good you see daily in your neighbours. Fact or fiction, your voice will speak to the future and maybe make it a better world. If you have a writing friend who is feeling down speak of their value to society, tell them to believe in themselves, encourage them to see their place in history is not necessarily in today's accolade but in tomorrow's as yet unseen appreciation. Did Dostoyevsky know that his work would still be influencing us in 2013, at the Playhouse in Liverpool?
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