Although the music and sounds of July Fourth are now four days in the past, I still like to focus on freedom—specifically the freedom where I spend most of my time—writing. It feels as if this freedom has always been part of our lives. One of the things we might take for granted.
But only since 1791 when the First Amendment to the Constitution was ratified. James Madison and George Mason were the men credited with writing the Bill of Rights. They must have realized how important free speech would become to the new republic. So they made sure the First Amendment clearly stated that freedom.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”
It is this freedom of speech that allows me to post this blog and write whatever I feel like writing, as long as I do not slander anyone or commit an act of treason. Usually not one of my challenges.
It is this freedom that feeds my creativity so that when I type out the story in my head, I know it can be submitted and published without fear. My words will not be scrubbed from the internet, and my books will not be burned. I pray to God that this freedom will continue.
It is this freedom that helps me appreciate all the publishers, agents, and editors who work to make sure writers tell the absolute truth with the most effective word usage. In today’s digitalized world, we need to remember that AI is not always accurate. ‘Artificial’ means ‘not real.’
It is this freedom that warms my soul every time someone asks me what I do and I reply, “I’m a writer.” Because that is truly who I am and not just what I do.
It is this freedom of speech that allows me to question when someone speaks or writes a sentence I might not agree with. Analyzing and digging for the truth is also who I am as a writer. To be denied the right to disagree would censor my tongue and disrupt my brain waves. As an American citizen, I must be given the right to be a creative thinker. I must also allow others to express their opinions, even if I think they are deceived or downright wacky.
It is this freedom that I salute every time I finish a manuscript and send it through cyberspace. Hoping someone somewhere will see my words and be impacted in some way—perhaps even to the point of taking action, finding hope, and believing in the God I serve.
It is this freedom that gives me the right to say, “Thank you” and respond when my words invite comments. Always grateful for comments on this blog.
It is this freedom that keeps the libraries and the bookstores open. Feeding the dreams of young girls and boys who want more than anything else—to write. Giving readers a safe place to park their bodies for a few hours and escape into the world of words.
And it is this freedom that allows us to cherish the oldest and longest-selling book. The one manuscript that has been on the best-seller lists over and over. It continues to sell in its various versions, dialects, and languages. The truth sets us free, so the freedom to read our Bibles is still one of our greatest treasures.
I am grateful to live in the land of the free where words fly from my fingers to the computer screen and into a reader’s soul. Where the freedom to write what I feel and what stirs my creative juices helps celebrate the freedoms of America.
And I am grateful for the freedom this very day to send these words to you. Hoping they will remind you to be grateful as well.
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