Greetings all.
It’s often a quandary to find the words to start a piece of writing. I sit here now in contemplation and listening to some ambient music to allow the flow of words if they are willing to come forward.
The last few months have been somewhat of a challenge. Losing a guiding light in life, whilst inevitable, knocks the heart out of you. We find ourselves in a cycle of some change and look at those aspects of ourselves which we like and do not. Your strengths and weaknesses get exposed to the nth degree and it’s small wonder so many struggle in this day and age of immediacy and expectation.
Becoming a recluse is often an evident journey for some of us to take. To withdraw, disappear from al around offers a tincture of solace when oppressive sadness is the watchword in our constant orbit. We all have tools to combat this but quite often they are somewhat short of what’s needed. Sometimes the inferno will come our way and we are forced to dance with it, endure it or succumb.
I found myself compelled to get back to my writing once more. Those who indulge in their own form of expression will understand, others may see it as fanciful delusion. For some of us, it is our best way of getting out the discordant symphonies that haunt us onto screen and that goes for prose, poems, art and so many other forms of expression.
I have never been the greatest orator and my own path of discovery in the recent years has pushed me to places of finding my physical voice. Sometimes, people do listen too which believe me is quite the surprise. Yet always, it is the muse that demands attention.
From a young age I’ve always liked writing. It’s the one place where it doesn’t matter what you look or sound like. You are the creator and in that space all things are possible no matter the seemingly impossible. You want to manifest a spaceship on your lawn, go for it, a few words and there it is. Your reader ensnared by the absurd possibility of this intention yet it’s here now. Have a look out of your window, imagine that spacecraft sitting there and with the door open. Maybe you’d like to take a test flight?
It is your dreamscape and never let anyone interfere with that space. It is through that realm of imagination and endeavour that I crafted my novel Shadowfruit. I do not purport to be this amazing scribe but merely someone who bows down to the demands of his muse. I say to all who have creative endeavours to release that intent.
My words will endure long after this quirky human called Gary has been deleted from existence. How much longer those words will stay depends on the planet’s population who continue to explore the best ways of mutual annihilation.
I will continue to scribe. The strangest tomes demand attention and the next endeavour promises to be the wildest ride yet although goodness me, it needs a lot of work. A fictional exploration of the world of Tarot will follow as well as continuous submissions of short stories. Maybe you’d like to write too? If so, go for it and I’d be happy to help if I can.
Open a page, put fingers on a keyboard (or pen and paper if you wish) and dream with words. Who knows what you’ll put together?
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