The senseless ramblings of a daydreamer
This page is dedicated primarily to the craft of writing fiction. I will cover things I learn as I find I know little. Each time I get comfortable with my knowledge a whole new world opens up to me with some profound enlightenment.
So at first I would say a little about me, I have been writing for all of my adult life and even most of my childhood if memory serves me right so as you would think I would have quite a collection. The truth is, I do not.
For the most part, my writing has been my therapy and my escape. It has always been a way for me to work out problems in my head or come up with some crazy design that would indeed change the world for the better. In most cases, once the work was finished my problem was solved, my burdens were lifted or my ideals were flawed or discovered by another. The point is every bit of work was tossed into the trash. It was part of my ritual. The healing was done and there was no need to deal with it any longer.
I have once piece I have been working on for over 5 years now. Its what I would consider my opus. It is the one piece that I will not settle with, I will not change, I will not do anything other than absolutely what I want. Some say, “you should never compromise with any of your work.” and perhaps thats true and for the most part I will not, but if my work is going to be brought into light, I will have to appease a larger audience than myself.
So why now? Well, I found a group in the most unlikely of places- Facebook. At first is it was slow moving but things picked up quite quickly and there became a rather large group of followers. There are always dangers in this and I will get into such things at a later time but I would say right off that this group was different than many others I had encountered. In any case, an anthology project made me decide to write not for self therapy but perhaps for therapy for others. Some get therapy out of reading as I get it out of writing. One member on there had asked the simple question of why not publish work. A simple question like that awoke a memory in my mind.
My English Teacher in high school, Mr. Louis Graham, was the first person in my life to notice this ability in me. It wasn’t perfected and was quite rough but he saw something there. Something that was more than a “phase” saw. He told me it was a raw and unnatural gift. At the time, I assumed he was just a teacher searching for his own inspiration. No one teaches English unless they love the language and the spellweaving of words.