It’s a kind of self-expression that traverses time, space, and even death. What takes someone away so suddenly that they feel they must express it using words, especially when the notion seems inexpressible through any means?
I can tell you that I feel it isn’t so much about telling someone what your imagination has conjured as much as it is translating what your collective experience has to offer.
Confusing, I know, but let me tell you a story about it.
I wrote my first piece of work when I was only ten years old. This being before I had known what plagiarism or fan fiction was. Knowing the former pointed me towards the waste basket in self-disgust. Had I known of the latter, it may have stayed my dismissive hand.
The question still remains: Why did I throw away something as precious as my first piece of work? A piece of work which stretched fifty pieces of college-ruled notebook paper. For a fifth grader in the early twenty-first century, TV running rampant and having the attention span of a flea, I think fifty pages was pretty good bout.
I think at the end of the day a part of me wanted to forget how mediocre my work truly was. I had not only stolen the entire plot line from an early nineties science fiction horror game, but I had also used the names and attributes of characters from a collection of fantasy trading cards to augment my classmates, who were the characters. Yes, I even wrote my classmates into the story. I knew I’d get sued if word got out.
The ones I didn’t get along with always got eaten by the big nasty monsters. That’s slander in some twisted way, and I was going to get into trouble for it.
It wasn’t until reading some of Joseph Campbell’s work on the monomyth this past year that it had started to make sense exactly what I had done. I had taken what I knew, what I cherished about my childhood, science fiction games, fantasy cards, classmates who were readily available, and I created something.
There was no problems with the story except that the translation was too bulky.
I hadn’t powdered such inspirations down to the why, as in why they had inspired me in the first place. My first story held validity, simply because it was a lesson to be learned and a first go at something I had no clue how to do.
Writing this was my understanding of why I was compelled to write anything in the first place.
Being that age with a mind that wandered all too often had given me a gift of sorts. I may not have realized what it was until a little later down the road, but the gift of taking collective experiences that were triumphant and divine in my eyes, molding them through a narrative, and delivering it through words was what I love about it so much.
I fell in love with telling a story; I was translating my wandering imagination for someone to read someday. ‘If they only knew what I really thought about,’ I would tell myself.
The gift itself wasn’t my translation. I wasn’t even letting my imagination conjure even better creatures to further swallow up my undesirable classmates. What this gift was had been simply finding out, if only subconsciously at first, what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
No one had ever said I’d be good at it, and I have doubts now just as my ten-year-old self had, if not more so. (It’s the sole reason it took me so long to get back on track). I think the reason I had thrown my work away then and the why I want it back so much now is one simple truth:
Remembering where it all started, for better and worse.
“Why do I need to know this crap,” you may be asking.
A valid question deserves an equally valid answer. I’m telling you this because my job is to tell you a story, not to type your eyes out about what I think I know about this craft.
It was with a heavy heart that I dropped the posts for the On Life section of the site (They’re still here, but have been relocated to The Elder Articles).
But after heavy consideration, I realized that the only joy I have for writing is when it’s writing to tell a story, and seeing as how a good story deserves attention on the writer’s part, On Writing articles are being dropped as well.
Reiterating what was said last week, I hit 2018 hard and writing these stories so far has been nothing short of rewarding. The info articles however, not so much a failure as they are a lesson in my opinion.
So, what’s the next step?
Develop the site,
& Leave the info articles to the respectable professionals and those trying to sell you The Best Kept Secrets of the Craft.
I assure you, I’m neither.
I’m just a writer and I’m here to tell you a story.