Why I Love To Write #030 – An Author’s Family

If you read last week’s post, ‘An Author’s Friends’, then you know that I don’t always see things the same way other people do. I examine them, and find how they work for me. Friendships aren’t for talking about the weather and passing the time, for me; and family is not about blood. There is a term I ran across a long time ago that I have used freely ever since. I would wager that I found it in a Richard Bach book first, and be happy to give him both gratitude and credit for the term.

It’s one of those phrases that make sense right away, as soon as a couple of words come together. The phrase is ‘intellectual family’, and it has never meant more to me than it does now. These are the folks that have had those thoughts that we find ourselves wondering if anyone else has ever had. In keeping them to ourselves, to protect ourselves, we keep our own intellectual family away. Authors have bridged that gap for me before, as I pointed out a book on someone’s bookshelf and asked what the reader thought of the author’s thoughts. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #030 – An Author’s Family”