I'm a literary painter whose magnum opus symphony is about to begin and I've reserved a seat for you. So come on in and I'll lead you to your place of honour as the house lights dim. Yes, your spot is beside me as I teleport you and I through various worlds to befriend diverse souls who'll reveal the beauty of your life through their stories.
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My inspiration for creating my book of intertwined fictional short stories began with a desire to accurately communicate the voice, dance, and symphony of my soul through allegories, as well as metaphors. I meticulously nourished this seed out of passion yet also necessity since shyness is the gatekeeper to my speech and the components of my replies enjoy fleeing into a scatter whenever I communicate in person.
... If my sprinting speed were equitable to the speed which it took me to compose a sentence then slugs would finally smile, turtles would commemorate their promotion, and sloths would absentmindedly pass me by.
Yes, it's true. I'm retired from creating books for the foreseeable future so my announcement from last night isn't a shoddy marketing ploy akin to countless slasher movie franchises (that deceptive though uncruel tactic to gain more money is a bit of a pet peeve of mine).
Yet there are three parallel stories of a brief nature who await to leave the nest of my imagination and they've done so for quite some time. This latent creation of three faces and one soul will be given life on my blog if the tri-fold tether of inspiration, creativity, and endurance doesn't flee from me and her. My quick tale is unlikely to fly before July leaves for his annual vacation though hopefully she will be able to before this year retires (there's a smidgen of a possibility that my story will be adapted into a wee little script one day too...by yours truly). ★★★ Art I by Gerd Altmann. Art II and III by Victoria_Borodinova. I could not sustain myself as an artist despite pouring blood straight from my heart, injecting my undiluted imagination, and stitching fragments of my soul into my literature yet that doesn't mean that I failed; as I shall elaborate on later. My cessation does not arrive upon the wake of recluse sales though that is a mote doleful and superficially so.
(Pictured here: A photo of the second edition of my debut paperback and I from 08/24/2016).
As I wrote my first e-Book in 2015, I gave in to this crazy belief that my writings would carry me to the path of fame. I too invested in a delusional assertion that writer's block would never affect me. Well, three [available] publications and several revisions later, I am proud to say that I have definitely made money...though not enough to be taxed for it. Writer's Block also slapped me while I was dozing beneath a blanket of denial and I've been traumatized ever since. On a serious note though, it is better to succeed by positively touching one life than to receive a surplus of money and wide recognition. Truth is, I have no doubt that my work has influenced at least one person for the better. |
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