Skip to main content

Take a Chance

One of the hardest things involved with being a writer, or an artist in general, is the choice to take risk. There are few things in life that don't require some sort of a risk: asking that someone special out on a first date; applying for a job; choosing a different path than what is expected.

We all face daily challenges often without realizing it. It's a challenge to take your stories, thoughts and dreams from this:

Pile of Journals
To this:
First copy of Azure Maris
People who don't write, those who only read if that much, don't fully understand the horror and fears wrapped up in the submission process. Some people compare it to sending a child out. I have no children, so while I accept that as a valid comparison, it never reflected my feelings.

In all honesty, I felt as though someone had suddenly turned back my defenses to look inside my being. Not just to the me I projected, but to the me I hoped few would find. Writing is an intimate process. Artists pour themselves into their art, revealing portions of themselves to the world around them.

A world which may or may not care about you.

A world who doesn't know you from Jack.

A world that is often mean.

And we dive into the world because we're compelled to create. For us to not create is paramount to death. It's impossible for us to not create, and that power can overwhelm us, threatening to surmount any defenses we've placed around the soul.

I can tell you that over time, it becomes easier to bare your soul. You learn how to navigate the currents, to find those to trust. Until then, it is a ride through dangerous times where you might feel you cannot take another hit.

I assure you: you can take another hit; you can take another blow. You will learn to see the attack, and you will learn to defend yourself or navigate around it. Much of this just comes from maturing.

So, to those of you who stand on the edge of the waters of creativity; to those have dabbled in the soft currents beside the streams and wonder what worlds lay beyond your sight - don't hesitate; don't fear; find the way to navigate the waters and take the journey.

Push off from the shore, catch a wind, find the current, and live.


Popular posts from this blog

Chapter Four - The Board and Council

The town center was the oldest and grayest part of the town, though, even there the buildings were still colorful with the stone buildings being blue-gray, pink-gray and lavender-gray. In the center of town, marking the absolute center of the town, was a park area with a fountain in the center, the fountain led down into an underground grotto which was currently overflowing with people not unlike the fountain above it. “Looks like it’s connected,” Ramses said. “I think Mederei said it was had healing properties.” “That would be the place to look for the tapestries.” “Mama,” a child whispered loudly. Why was it when children whispered they yelled? “Why is that man so brown?” “Shh, honey, he’s probably from the capital region.” “No, Mama, they’re black, he isn’t. He’s brown, and scary looking.” The boy, blonde haired and blue eyed like his mother, was probably from the town. It was said that on the Isle of Caergwl├ón, the darkest were those in the capital and from there, they lost their color…

Chapter Nineteen - Negotiations

And we're back! Apparently my computer was sick, needed a reboot and now I'm in the process of organizing it all over again. Ah well. 

She was annoyingly brilliant, stubborn and naive; he was equally brilliant and stubborn, but not as naive. Kiango and Mederei were too valuable to the kingdom to remain in constant battles, but that's where they often found themselves. Both trying to solve a problem to help their families, friends or kingdom, but often going about it the completely opposite ways. Both had the power and prestige related to their families, and both wielded that power in strange and unusual ways. Kiango used his influence to lead the younger members of the society, but unlike other members of the royal family, had little magic. Mederei's magical power had to remain regulated and hidden because of the rules. How much of Mederei's ability Kiango knew about though ... They would always remain in conflict with one another, but there had to be some way they c…

Chapter Twenty - Bastllyr

Sorry for the delay on publishing, but here is the next chapter in Mederei's adventures. Currently, I have finished the book (wild cheering), but I have come to the conclusion that I need to improve my battle scenes. To that end, the upcoming chapters may not be ... as high of quality as I hope. 

“Climbing up the hill we go, we go; along the merry paths we go, we go. Sunshine fading, 'ventures waiting, up we go, we go,” Mederei sang, slightly off key as they climbed. “Can't you think of a better song than that?” Caradoc grumbled, four steps ahead of her. “But it's perfect. We're climbing up the mountain to the sunshine and the god.” “You've been singing it nonstop for the past ten minutes. Come up with another song. Anything.” “It might have been me there with you; it might have been me, and my dreams coming true.” “UGH!” “You wanted another song.” “Anything but that sappy song! It gets stuck in your brain ...” They walked in silence around a series of large boulders o…