Monthly Archives: January 2015

Job of writing

The job of writing is a study in the art of discipline.  A real job is a task you are required to perform every day so as to get a paycheck.  Writing is a self imposed sentence, testing your resolve and your talent.  Then you must give yourself away, a sentence at a time.  The reward you get for all of this?  Mostly rejection and criticism.  So what sustains you?  If you are financially successful, the answer is obvious.  If you are not then why perservere?  A good question, I can speak only for myself.  No choice.

 

You are sitting at a bar and you see a pretty little vampire with tattoos enough for Van Gogh to take the same ink and create a masterpiece.  Then, through no conscious volition, the vampire girl sparks a conversation in your head where the girl is part of the book you are writing and she is the victim of a perverted psychopath, and she is venting her hatred and her hopes through the symbolism  and  story stained on her skin.  A character you  created three years previous in a short story springs to her rescue and the seed to a new novel is planted in your brain, there to thrive or to die.  None of this has anything to do with you.  You are just sitting, having a beer and wishing you were thirty years younger, so you could find out the part of the tattoo story that lies under the shirt the vampire is wearing.    But now you got this story in your head.

 

Being a writer is not a choice.  Being a good writer is a matter of discipline and talent.  Being a successful writer, in modern times, demands you be a business person as well.  So far, I am just a writer.  I will keep you posted.

 

 

I think I am finally going to get this book in print.  It’s a lot sending your kid off to school on his first day.  You hope you did a good job raising him, know you could have done better, know he’s flawed, but it’s time to turn him loose.  So it is time to turn loose of this project and move on.  I’m hoping it will be available in print and download in the next month or so.  I’m using this blog kind of as a sounding board and a forum.  It is said that conflict is the seed around which a good book is written.  My seed in ‘Black Witch’ is the validity of religion.  Even after the passing of over fifteen years which was consumed during the process of publishing this book, I still have not gotten to the elusive truth of exactly what spirituality is.  I have only recently taken a look at the Bhagavad-Gita.  It is another spin around the same basic supernatural belief of ancient people believing in an after life.  I certainly invite input on all sides of the basic controversy,   Is there a divine being that is directing the orchestra of the reality of life?  I have inserted a passage from the book that kinda encapsulates my view.

 

I am of the opinion that God is not man-like in appearance or essence. I believe that he is the driving force of nature. I believe that He is bound by laws, not of physics, but of cosmic truths. I believe that good and evil do exist, but must exist, as human events are chained to those same cosmic truths. I believe that it is the nature of divinity that all things are created for a purpose. I believe that the drama we are part of is no drama at all; merely the performance of God’s will, the cosmic mandate. Just as a ball that rolls off a desk is mandated to drop to the floor, slave to that force we call gravity, so too are we bound to be born and bound to die. It is necessary. What free will we have and why, is more the mystery.

 

Since time began, human time, untold multitudes of people have lived and they have all died. Every single one, with the possible exception of Jesus Christ. Why do some people kill and maim and love and hate and spend every waking moment in the pursuit of riches when the whole thing is so futile?   Because it is necessary.   We have been programmed genetically to be this way. Some gene somewhere demands it. That gene was planted there, and so we must perform like some programmed robot. A slave to a gene planted in the single-celled seed of our zygote. But somehow, some way, the hydrogen atom we share with the sun is part of it all. A thread we share with the sun and with God is also planted in that single cell. That thing is eternity, it is God and it is the seed to our will, or more accurately, the requirement of this seed, this soul, that our will be forged in such a way as to both drive the Cosmic nature of God, yet stamp it somehow, with our infinitesimal, yet significant imprint. Even though we possess this will, we are still slave to the lusts of mortality, and mortality itself. And it is all necessary.

 

I think the views of other people, particularly if they are authors are invaluable.  I invite you to weigh in.

 

I am of the opinion that God is not man