What Frankenstein's Monster taught me
Once upon a time, I had a dream. I was in a dark medieval castle, walking down a stone staircase. Soon, Frankenstein’s monster came climbing the stone steps toward me. He stopped and asked, “If you don’t inspire, you expire, right?”
I nodded.
He continued up the stairs, placing his large hand on my shoulder in gratitude as he passed.
Within the dream, I knew he had asked me that question because he intended to go upstairs and strangle the life out of someone I knew. But when I awoke, I realized his words had a deeper meaning for me.
When a writer’s words inspire an emotional response … be it fear, sorrow, or joy … those words and the tale they tell are remembered. But if they don’t, the words expire into the mists of mediocrity.
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I nodded.
He continued up the stairs, placing his large hand on my shoulder in gratitude as he passed.
Within the dream, I knew he had asked me that question because he intended to go upstairs and strangle the life out of someone I knew. But when I awoke, I realized his words had a deeper meaning for me.
When a writer’s words inspire an emotional response … be it fear, sorrow, or joy … those words and the tale they tell are remembered. But if they don’t, the words expire into the mists of mediocrity.
Want the more detailed version? Go here: http://www.carmaspencewriter.com/
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