I am reading Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own.” I read it once in high school, but then, or back then, I never really read books in the way I do now. Now, I take notes and since my life experiences are more vast as a 29 year old, I understand things more clearly and can make more connections than I once could.
Okay. But this is not the point of the post. In reading her words, I was reminded of the gift of great writers to seem great through the years. Their works seem to have a kind of timelessness that makes readers of any generation or decade want to make connections and see the authors, not simply as products of their time but as human beings of this infinite time.
We are all the same. Good writers get that, I think. They can write above the trends of what seems hot and just speak a kind of truth that remains and will remain of all human beings.
I want to be like that. I think in the age of the Internet, it’s so easy for us to throw our words around without much thought about the legacy of those words. We don’t always write for truth and the sake of saying something worth remembering because the pace of the Internet and the attention spans of our readers don’t always seem in line.
But, as writers, we should make it our goal. We should make it our goal to say something, even if very small and mundane, with our writings. We should make it our goal to think about the legacy of our words and consider their potential power as more than just trendy playthings that entertain for days at a time. We should aim to be like those writers we admire.
This post was kind of all over the place. But there’s message there. Who are some of your favorite writers? Do you think the Internet changes how we use and value words?