I’ve been receiving the most beautiful messages from readers about how my story has touched their lives – but in ways I never intended or imagined when I wrote it.
As a new author, I’m discovering that readers don’t just read your book; they make it their own. They find truths and meaning that you didn’t even know you’d woven into the story. It’s both humbling and surprising to see my work loved for reasons I never considered.
While I’m grateful for this gift of unexpected resonance, I must admit that there’s a bittersweet element when the specific message you poured your heart into seems to get overshadowed by interpretations you never intended. But I’m learning that maybe that’s not something to mourn – maybe it’s evidence that the story touched something more profound and more universal than my conscious intent.
This whole experience has me reflecting deeply on the mysterious relationship between what we create and how it lives in the world once we release it. There’s something sacred about readers finding exactly what they need in your words, even when it’s not what you thought you were offering.
Don’t get me wrong: I am grateful. I am beyond grateful. However, I am still processing this beautiful, complex gift that connects with readers. It was totally unexpected.
