Contributing to the world–for real.

     Sooner or later, anyone who chooses to leave the “real” working world–herein defined as: “being out of their house at least 5 days a week, and in someone else’s office/building area either at a desk or in a cubicle that they don’t own, and receiving a guaranteed paycheck either weekly or bi-weekly— to work from home as a freelance writer IS going to pick up some direct, or not-so-direct, commentary on whether or not they are still “contributing” to the world. 

     Oh, yeah–it’s going to happen. And it will surprise you—especially when it comes out of the mouths of those who call themselves ‘friends’—or even family. 

     I’ve experienced it myself, but as you can probably tell from this blog’s site content—I didn’t let it stop me from continuing to work as a writer. 

     So you can imagine how big I smiled when I received the following hand-written thank you note in today’s mail from a local hospice organization I interviewed and wrote a story about several months back. I quote: 

Ms. Groff, 

Thank you so much for your kind gift of “A Cup of Comfort for the Grieving Heart.” Our social workers have been getting a lot of use out of it, and it has finally made its way back to our library! Your gift, as well as your writing, is much appreciated. 


Julie Martin,

Hospice Librarian

     I had donated one of my copies of the Cup of Comfort book to this hospice library when I realized it would be a good fit for the genuine, selfless work those people do. There are 45 contributing writers in that particular edition, and I’m one of them. The honesty and hope offered in each sad, but encouraging story is more than amazing. 

     This past December I sold a non-fiction story to a magazine with a circulation of over 40,000. The story spoke to the universal hope for peace among the diversity of this world based on a childhood experience that translated into current day life. I have no idea if 40,000 pairs of eyes read the story, but I’m willing to bet a good number of strangers that I’ll never know did take in the thought-energy I put into that writing. It doesn’t matter whether or not I ever get to know. It just matters that I did it. 

     Through the years I’ve put my time in amongst the cubicles of others and earned a pension check that I’m not yet old enough to collect, and trust me when I say—I doubt I ever touched as many lives doing that as I have since “working from home.” 

     This thank you note today tells me just how right my decision to start contributing from home really was.