avatarThomas Gaudex

Summary

The author expresses gratitude to their readers while reflecting on the beauty of nature and the joy of reading during a peaceful moment by the ocean.

Abstract

The author, seated on the beach, reflects on the tranquility of the ocean and the freedom of a gull riding the wind, drawing a parallel to their own sense of liberation after a period of pandemic-induced confinement. They take this moment to extend heartfelt thanks to their readers, acknowledging the significance of the audience to a writer's fulfillment. The author emphasizes the importance of their readers' support through engagement with their work and personal interactions, which has been instrumental in the success of their publication. This expression of gratitude is particularly poignant as it is penned in the serene setting of the beach, with the hope that the ocean breeze carries the sentiment to the readers. The author also shares their current reading choice, Edgar Allan Poe's tales, and contemplates the idea of passing on the book to a loved one after finishing it, further emphasizing the theme of connection and appreciation.

Opinions

  • The author values the connection with their readers, considering it a crucial part of their writing experience.
  • Reading and nature are sources of inspiration and relaxation for the author.
  • The act of writing a thank you note to the readers holds a special significance when done in a tranquil, natural setting.
  • The author appreciates the tangible aspects of reading, such as the format and design of a book, as part of the reading experience.
  • The author finds personal growth and enjoyment in the simple act of being present and feeling the sensations of nature.

Thank You

May the ocean winds carry these words to you

Photo by Patrick Jansen on Unsplash

I am sitting in the sand. I listen to the incessant symphony of the waves. Not a sailboat on the horizon, nothing. Just the ocean, infinite, majestic, powerful. Above me, a laughing gull lets itself be carried by the wind and drifts on the right while taking altitude. It looks so free and happy.

Precious moment.

I think of you. You, my readers, so present, so kind, so faithful, and for many of you for many years. As I take some good time away from home, after more than a year of stress and partial deprivation of freedom due to the pandemic, I want to say thank you.

I want to say thank you because, despite the fact that I often repeat that I write for myself first, a writer is not much without his readers. And when I see that my words touch you, it is the most beautiful reward you can offer me.

This is not the first time that I show my gratitude, I often do it in Scribe’s newsletter that allows me to be even closer to you. The publication would of course be nothing without the talented writers who give it life every day. But if all this is possible, it is also thanks to you, my readers, who believe in me all this time and support me every day by your readings, your claps, and your kind and encouraging responses. Not to mention the warm conversations we have by email which bring me a lot in this adventure.

Today, this new thank you has a special flavor. Simply because I have more time and space to write it to you, and because you may feel the air of the ocean carrying its words to your eyes while reading this story. Thinking about it makes me feel better, so I try to put it into words.

I took a new book with me to read while listening to the song of the ocean. La lettre volée et autres enquêtes, by Edgar Allan Poe. A small book that gathers three tales of the famous American poet and novelist: La lettre volée, Manuscrit trouvé dans une bouteille, et La Chute de la maison Usher.

The book’s small format is perfect for my oceanic reading. Designed to be shipped, “Les Plis” from L’Orma Publishing are small-format hardcover books covered in a dust jacket that doubles as a sleek black envelope. So maybe after reading these tales of Poe, I’ll mail the book to someone I care about.

I look away from my pages and down at the sand around me. I hadn’t felt it tickle my skin for two years. I feel the sun browning the skin on my face. It feels good to just feel. Every minute of this moment counts. Just as each of your readings, each of you behind those readings, counts.

Thank you.

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