During a romantic(esque) scene of my current project, one of the characters tells his date, "It doesn't matter if nobody's around in the forest to hear the tree fall." To which she replies, "It matters to the tree."

That's what I'm talking about: anonymity versus meaning. Why do I write, and more importantly, why do you? I do it because it matters to me. I don't know why it matters, but it does. Maybe it's because I have something relevant to say. Maybe it's because I love to hear (or is it see?) myself represented in such a way that posterity bears out. Maybe I'm just delusional (or is it dismissive? You pick). All I know is that win or lose, if I someday have a million readers or just a very lonely one, it matters. It matters to me...

Make it matter to you, too.