I write to reach out to the world. To have my ideas shared with the ones I love and hate so that they may imagine what I imagine, to see what I see. To see the intent in ones eyes as they hang on every word, yet to fall at the end of a cliff hanger or to be soothed by the ryhtmic melodies of powerful and simple words. My imagination is swarmed by strange creatures, new worlds, powerful people, and villians of unimaginable evil. The fear they cause, the magnificence of the world, the odd features of my creatures.
I write so you can feel what I feel, the pain I feel for my character's hardships as they aspire to greatness and live happily for the rest of their lives. The tremedous effort they go threw to save themselves and the ones they love. With pen in hand, I scribble words left to right, up and down. Along the pages word after word flows through my mind, to my hand, to my pen, to my ink, and to my paper. I wish to show all of the world the glorious world in my head......
 Peddler · Thu Oct 02, 2008 @ 02:35am · 0 Comments |
