At the most inconspicuous times, I’ll imagine a part of a story that makes for a strange and exciting idea.
In times of uncertainty, or just whenever I find myself daydreaming with a couple of minutes of free time to spare, I begin to drift. I’ll imagine a world of endless possibilities, of a world that does not exist yet, is all around us, and I’ll often think upon the strange oddities of our reality.
Eventually, I’ll return to such an idea and write it down again in my trusted notebook to see if it truly is an idea I wish to explore further. The story comes to me naturally and has a flow in which I cannot stop.
I didn’t always enjoy writing, though. Instead, I found it to be a chore that needed to be done. I always enjoyed being a writer, but never the thought of actually writing. Just using my imagination, so to speak.
Yet now that I’m older, I’ve come to relish in the joy that comes from writing, whereas before, I used to feel like writing was a burden. I used to dream of getting right to the end of the whole process, to have a complete story without having to input all of the time, energy, and self-motivation needed to complete a novel.
I can’t imagine what the world would be without storytelling. The journey of creating stories has lasted throughout the ages. I’ve come to realize that a book is the only medium of entertainment that can truly teach the audience many of life’s secrets and emotions. It helps to enlighten people in such a way that forces you to use your own imagination.
Creating a story requires a vast sense of otherness. Often, it requires that you take yourself out of the equation. It calls for your cooperation and willingness to learn new perspectives on life, to understand what a complete stranger might be going through in their own existence. You must become completely selfless, giving yourself wholly to your work and not thinking twice about it. It should come naturally; your fingers should feel the words you are writing while your mind gets lost in the world of imagination that comes with the beauty of writing.
I’m 28 years old now, and I started writing random short stories when I was 10. Something was enticing about imagining other worlds, other realities, other dimensions even. Tales of different people, untold secrets of vastly unknown experiences, heroism confronted with the complications of life’s many blunt truths.
There are so many beautiful concepts that come to mind, even when just daydreaming. But, of course, we don’t always have the luxury of time on our hands as an adult.
As an adult, we have the sole power to choose what we make time for. If I wanted to, I could forget all about writing. But, at the end of the day, even if I’m just starting out in the professional world of authorship, I fully understand that writing will always be my true passion in life.
Whether I pick up any other hobbies in the future, nothing will ever compare to the joy I find in creating untold stories of vastly unknown experiences…
Forever in Your Debt,
Leon R.M. Auguste