Friday, July 4, 2014

Novels

It may surprise you readers, but I am actually an ameture novelist in my spare time, amongst my many other occupations. (Yes, I know. A man of many talents.) But, not to toot my own horn or anything, I seem to have a bit of a knack for the written word. Speaking is not one of my strong suits, what with my awkwardness and stuttering. But writing things shows my true ability. Strength. Knowledge. Whatever you may call it. When writing, I feel powerful. More confident, sometimes, because I can put down whatever I feel. Feeling is a very powerful thing. And only I have to see it, only I get to read it. Or, in the case of a novel, I create what I feel like is another entire world for people. For people to see what the world is like through my eyes, as vivid or as dull as that might seem. A place for people to go and then experience something totally new, perhaps, or even redefine that which is old.

Writing is like martial arts. There's this guideline that we follow. And the rest... Well, it lies up to the interpretation of the practitioner. Some people write horror stories. Some people, fictions of post-Apocalyptic places. Some, or far away lands or experiences back in the olden times, or even just of their own. I am none of those things. Simply put, I write... Well, romance-like novels. All the things I can feel, or even think of feeling. Those things can be transformed into something written. I can finally express the deepest most potent feelings I have, in a form where people can see. Even if they have no idea. Writing isn't always clear. I'm horrible with clarity sometimes, as I like things kept as  vague as possible on occasion. Something about writing things like that gives the reader a freedom. One that captivates them, but also makes them feel... Empowered.

That's what writing is. It's feeling! Once you understand what writing is, you open yourself up to a whole new place in yourself. A place you never thought you had inside of you. I... Was not an emotional person. I relied upon my own mind and body to tell me what to do. Empirical evidence to tell me what to think. What to know. Then... Something changed. Someone changed me. I started to realize what actual feeling was. And then... I started to think. And feel. I started to understand what exactly was going on. I started, essentially, to see what it was like.

And I have changed immeasurably since then. Feeling is a strange thing. More malleable than logic. More firey or passionate than any debate. It burns inside, and everything starts to make it grow. And with that growth... I started to write that which I was most comfortable with. The story... Of a boy who likes a girl. Set in a very realistic setting, it tells the tale of a teenage black belt. Who, basically, is in love with his best friend. (It has few parallels to myself. I don't like to talk about myself, even by proxy.) And, his journey to convince her of his feelings, and maybe, just maybe, find out if she likes him back.

Yes... I know. It's cliche. Typical. Boring. But it's not. It's like.. My life's work, so to speak. I put heart and soul into it, because it contains many of my feelings. By proxy, of course. It is a piece of me, like a prized possession, or a good friend. I know, it sounds strange, and you probably think I'm weird. But hey, we can't all be normal. Then life would be boring. ;)


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