An open mind

I went out of town for a few days this week. It was a business trip, not for writing, for my work. My day job… IT, Silicon Valley, three days trapped in a fluorescent lit room. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but still not what I want to be about…

The best part is that during the trip I had a moment. I had 3 hours to drive. Alone, away from my distractions. A long lonely drive where my mind was allowed to escape. And to think. And to dream.

And it happened. I was able to imagine as I haven’t in quite awhile.

You see, as a writer, you sometimes simply force the words onto the page. It’s not always bad, in fact it is good discipline. A good writer must be able to write even when the spark is missing. You must be able to conjure up the spell, even when the muse is distant.

But the muse is never far from you. And sometimes the silence is when she speaks.

And she spoke to me on this trip. I had a bright flash of inspiration. And pieces of the puzzle came falling into place, arranging themselves in new patterns I hadn’t even been able to see. I saw where the story goes, where the characters must grow, and why the story even existed at all.

The story has always been told to me. And I am relating it to you. I did not make the fabric of the garment, but simply fashioned it as I was shown. And how was I shown? Not from the mind but from the creator. He who has shown me all along. This story is not my own. It is not what I have chosen to write. It chose me… And that is why I believe it will go on for much longer. It will reach great heights.

I have to believe that. If I didn’t why would I write it at all? This inspiration, this vision, is beautiful. Amazing. And I am blessed to have been called to deliver it onto the pages.

Expect great things. Not from me. But from what I have been called to do.

I write and I tell a grand story. Watch it grow.

Second book is coming, third will follow right behind… and the fourth… well… It is going to be exciting. I cannot wait to share.

C