The Journey of a Creative Writer
Come with me, won’t you?
Tell me, how serious is your wish to become a creative writer?
Really?
Come then, travel with me. I dare you. Let’s talk about it. Naturally, you can choose what to believe as you go, be entertained, or determine that boredom has overtaken you and cease reading at one full stop or another.
I don’t have the luxury of being able to do either. I’m committed to the journey. If you join me, if you have that kind of courage, I’ll take you into the depths of graves, mingle with bones, sifting through dust as we journey through the story of a life.
Seriously, are you willing to keep going? Make your choice before the next comma, before reaching Saturn, on our way toward Neptune, becoming lost in the twilight of creation.
You’ll be mystified by the enchantments as we trip lightly from sentence to sentence, floating along on a cloudy page, drifting between ambiguities that curdle with religion, family, native lands, and lost loves.
We will fall together inside a child’s tear, carried across boundaries no spacecraft has ever endured. Landing where sunshine and rain are but words in an abandoned library. Where pleasure and pain are no more than velvet memories.
