It's been as if I've been suffering from a dark illness that has slowly devoured a part of my spirit. The banishment of my muse. I'd become deaf to my characters and their stories. Why did I do this to myself and allow a void to grow within that filled with darkness and sorrow?
My worker at Vocational Rehabilitation told me that they did not believe that writing was a profitable career for me to choose. That it was a hobby at best and that I should consider more realistic business models. Foolishly I listened to them, regretfully I set aside my dreams to create a respectable business that I could do from home.
But I have made a choice to follow my dreams once more and to release the stories that fill my mind. My muse has returned and she's rejoicing. I have returned to my first passion and love, writing. Never will I be told that it is a wasteful hobby, worthless scribblings of no value...
If I wrote for the goal of profit alone, I would not be a true writer. It is a stirring deep within, an urge to create something out of nothing. To paint fantastic worlds and vistas with words. To inspire, to weave a spell so complete as to make a character real...so real that you feel with them. To cry, laugh and share with them the adventure of their life...
There is something more satisfying in the process and completion, worth far more than just money. If making money was the only reward, there would be far less writers in the world.
Eagerly I await the day that I can share my stories with others and introduce them to the characters I've come to know so very well. It is the pleasure of this and more that I continue to strive forward, typing away with joy in my heart once more.
Everyone holds a story or more within them, if the desire is there choose to write it down. If only to preserve the wonderful stories of your own life adventure for your children or grandchildren and future generations to come. A living history of what you experienced, learned and how things changed. What a wonderful gift to pass on over the years, expanding upon the stories as each generation adds their own tales. It's such a shame that so many stories are lost and left to be forgotten when we pass on. Special family recipes, secrets and memories treasured forever in a bound book.
The way I see it anyone can write...be it poetry, short stories or long novels. Anyone can write and everyone should think of writing. If only to preserve the past today, for tomorrow.
My worker at Vocational Rehabilitation told me that they did not believe that writing was a profitable career for me to choose. That it was a hobby at best and that I should consider more realistic business models. Foolishly I listened to them, regretfully I set aside my dreams to create a respectable business that I could do from home.
But I have made a choice to follow my dreams once more and to release the stories that fill my mind. My muse has returned and she's rejoicing. I have returned to my first passion and love, writing. Never will I be told that it is a wasteful hobby, worthless scribblings of no value...
If I wrote for the goal of profit alone, I would not be a true writer. It is a stirring deep within, an urge to create something out of nothing. To paint fantastic worlds and vistas with words. To inspire, to weave a spell so complete as to make a character real...so real that you feel with them. To cry, laugh and share with them the adventure of their life...
There is something more satisfying in the process and completion, worth far more than just money. If making money was the only reward, there would be far less writers in the world.
Eagerly I await the day that I can share my stories with others and introduce them to the characters I've come to know so very well. It is the pleasure of this and more that I continue to strive forward, typing away with joy in my heart once more.
Everyone holds a story or more within them, if the desire is there choose to write it down. If only to preserve the wonderful stories of your own life adventure for your children or grandchildren and future generations to come. A living history of what you experienced, learned and how things changed. What a wonderful gift to pass on over the years, expanding upon the stories as each generation adds their own tales. It's such a shame that so many stories are lost and left to be forgotten when we pass on. Special family recipes, secrets and memories treasured forever in a bound book.
The way I see it anyone can write...be it poetry, short stories or long novels. Anyone can write and everyone should think of writing. If only to preserve the past today, for tomorrow.
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