At the most inconspicuous times, I’ll discover a piece of a story that makes for a strange and exciting idea. In times of uncertainty, or just whenever I find myself daydreaming with a couple of minutes of free time to myself, I begin to drift. I don’t just drift into a daydream though, I’ll honor such an experience and jot down whatever imaginative thought comes to mind.
Later in the day, week, month, or even year, I’ll come back to it in my trusted notebook (just a useful scrapbook full of off-the-wall ideas). If I can create even two chapters from the idea, it becomes a Work in Progress for me (or as it’s called on Twitter: WIP). I’ve come to relish in the joy that comes with writing, whereas before when I was young, I used to feel like writing was a burden. I used to dream of getting right to the end of the whole process; to have a complete story without having to input all of the time, energy, and self-motivation needed to complete a story.
Oral storytelling is interesting as well. But there’s a place and time for everything, and a written-down story provokes emotions and thoughts that no other medium of entertainment can ever truly provide.
I can’t imagine what creating a story without writing would be like; for me at least. The journey of creating a story would be without lasting effect throughout the ages. I’ve come to realize that a book is the only medium of entertainment that can truly teach readers the many secrets and exciting emotions of life in a way where you have to use your own imagination to morph the story into your own mind’s eye.
Creating a story requires a vast sense of otherness. Sometimes, it requires that you take yourself, your own being, out of the equation. It calls for your cooperation and willingness to learn new perspectives on life, to understand what a complete stranger might be going through in their own existence. You must become completely selfless, giving yourself wholly to your work and not thinking twice about it. It should come natural; your fingers should feel the words you are writing, while your mind gets lost in the world of imagination that comes with the beauty of writing.
I’m 23 years old now, and I started writing random short stories when I was 10. There was something enticing about imagining other worlds, other realities; other dimensions even. Different tales of different people, untold secrets of vastly unknown experiences, heroism confronted with the complications of life’s blunt reality – there are so many wonderful concepts that come to mind even when just daydreaming. Of course, as an adult, we don’t always have the luxury of time on our hands.
But as adults, we have the sole power to choose what we make time for. If I wanted to, I could forget all about writing. But at the end of the day, even if I’m just starting out in the professional world of authorship, I fully understand that writing will always be my true passion in life. Whether I pick up any other hobbies in the future, nothing will ever compare to the joy I find in creating untold stories of vastly unknown experiences…
Forever in Your Debt,