My Last Story
My architecture is no joke, I may not create buildings but I create worlds, universes, in the palms of hands. I bring emotion to the heart to the eye. I build each character, each plot, each twist by stacking letters together to create the framing of a word. And those words become the framing for sentence and the sentences become framing for paragraph. And the paragraphs becomes the last layer for the page. And when the page is complete, that's one floor completed of my building. And that one floor now has occupants. It has characters, life, and meaning. And the completion of my book, is the building itself. Its a building you and I can take anywhere and live in it whenever we choose, where ever we choose. Whether it be in a small dinner or a mile in the sky. There is no limit to where you can take the architecture of a book. Its more than just words inside a cover, its a creation. Its a building, a world, a universe, a lesson, a mistake, a cozy moment by the fire. Its memories that can be shared, its thoughts that can be discussed. A book, my book, anyone's book, they are more than just words with thoughts that someone slaved over to make. Its them, its us, its the authors blood, sweat and tears. Its sleepless nights and grand ideas coming together at the most inconvenient moments.
I never would have thought I would have found myself diving into writing like I do now. Like I would dive into a meal. Going all in and taking every bite and leaving nothing on plate to be tossed aside. Writing has encapsulated my imagination and has made it real. My ideas no longer just bounce in my head to talk among myself. I now express them for the world to share, because who knows what my words can do for others if they have done so much for me? Writing is glorious for me, its incomparable to anything I have felt before. The euphoria of writing gives does not just last for an hour, a day, it can last for weeks. Yes, I have to take a break for my hands and yes I may fall behind so I lose some of that euphoria. But, writing is far beyond the pleasures of fun nights drinking, the vacations, or the rush of snowboarding down a mountain as fast as I can. Its a stimulation that brings all parts of me to life in a rush that envelopes my soul. Its goes beyond the physical and reaches the metaphorical of my very being. I may be crazy for saying this, but who wasn't crazy that did the amazing?
And this final story in my book, I dreaded writing it so bad at first. I am a very creative person so I get bored quickly if I cant move on to the next idea and start something new from scratch. And carrying a story from my first book to my second felt like a huge mistake until I looked at it differently. Instead of looking at it like a continued story, its a whole new story in itself. It contains a new world, some new characters, and a new ending. Its unwritten, so everything I do to it, is from scratch. And when I started to write and realize that, I could not stop. I keep feeling as if I have not written enough for it. I fear it may not live up to the first part of the story. But again, much like life, everything isn't exciting at all times. Maybe this story will be dull to some, to all, or maybe not. I do not know, I should not care. And when it is finished I wont. Just like my first book, there was so much fear of releasing it. It had endless mistakes but life has endless mistakes. And that is what my books are about, life, mistakes, struggles, suffering, getting through the hard things in life. Realizing that it is okay not to know the future. Knowing would be so boring, we would never make any real decisions in life. Now, I am excited to finish this story and find out what the readers, hopefully one of them will be you, who is reading this, think and feel from it. And I am not looking for the readers thoughts of approval, but their thoughts on what they felt from it, what they got or didn't receive from it. I wont to know what the readers thinks of each character and why. I want the reader to talk and think as if each story is part of them. That their is something each story holds for them, that each character has something to offer them in their life. But, no matter who reads it though, I hope they enjoy it, at
even a fraction of how much I enjoyed writing.