The Night Visitor
A few weeks ago I had the privilege of publishing a small piece of fiction. Its title is Eye of the Storm, and it can be purchased in most major e-book stores. What I have found though is that what began as a project of sorts to just “do it” has rooted itself in my very being and I can’t stop thinking about writing. I confess that Eye of the Storm is not even very well written. I was reading it to myself the other day and I found errors that honestly need to be revised and corrected. But I think it even more strange that truly I want nothing more to do with this work and I want to move on to something new. I have been thinking non stop about my next project. It almost pains me to say this but I really think that it has begun to interfere with other things that I should be doing. Constantly I find that as I go throughout my day, I will catch myself thinking about ideas for something that I might want to write. Then I’ll go to my computer each night for my “free writing” session and find that the topic is too narrow or needs to be better thought out. I guess that my writing base is expanding and I need to be patient with the process but I am desperate to write my next project. Even this blog I find is nothing more than an outlet to put something down. I was walking through a bookstore last night and found myself relating to the quotes on paperweights that they were selling about writing. I wonder how long those quotes seemed neat before and now they seem almost like the ground rushing up toward me if I were to jump off some building in my mind. There almost concrete absoluteness is scary in a way. I am starving for words. I can’t stop reading and I only want to expand my own vocabulary so that I can speak again. New words that are fresh and exciting to read are trying to find a way of escape from my mind. I cannot hold them in but I need to learn how to release them in a more organised manner. Words that fly away into the sunrise may look pretty as they rise into the light but if they are not properly organised, (much like this post I am afraid) then they are a cacophony of noise and nothing to be enriched by. So I watch them rise and let them go while not calling others to their attention. Soon though I think and not very far off there should be another. One more child as it were to be formed and raised to maturity and released into a world that needs it. Soon to take its place at the table and offer itself up for judgement and opinion. I am excited about my future as a writer and look forward to learning and becoming a better individual because of it. I must be off now. Good luck to all and remember to never stop at whatever God has given you to do.