Night Work
It's hard to think that my words are worth reading. That this world that I drew up with my mind is interesting enough to peak others interests. The concepts behind becoming an author is still perplexing. As I rush through stories before I lose interest in finishing them, I engage in the characters in their world and realize that the emotions that they feel bleed out on the tabular rasa and I find myself engaging in the same emotions that are being drained. I enjoy the story as it unfolds. I think that I'm creating this story, but that would be a lie. The stories of that world are already created, I'm just documenting it.
After 13 years, I put some sort of world on a piece of paper and named it Yangu Dunia or My World in Swahili. It is where Rockwood lies along with many other nations. Then I realize that the stories that I tell are from people who reside in these nations. Rockwood, Torrance, Coveland, Jostens, are only a few nations of these many stories that need to be told. Not all stories correlate with each other, but they all reside in Yangu Dunia.
Wait...Didn't I think of this before? I went searching through piles of papers, searching for the file that was written in my mind and I printed it off and threw it carelessly in a stack of papers somewhere in my office. At last I found it and I find my destiny. This is my project. I need to create Yangu Dunia... and then destroy it. Why? Because that's who I am! I destroy things just as fast as I create them! If you don't believe me, ask my mother.
This project will not be completed overnight. This is something that may take me another 13 years to complete. The wonderful part is that I will enjoy every second of this crazy ride through the life of Yangu Dunia. Finally! My imagination has revealed itself and given itself a name.
After 13 years, I put some sort of world on a piece of paper and named it Yangu Dunia or My World in Swahili. It is where Rockwood lies along with many other nations. Then I realize that the stories that I tell are from people who reside in these nations. Rockwood, Torrance, Coveland, Jostens, are only a few nations of these many stories that need to be told. Not all stories correlate with each other, but they all reside in Yangu Dunia.
Wait...Didn't I think of this before? I went searching through piles of papers, searching for the file that was written in my mind and I printed it off and threw it carelessly in a stack of papers somewhere in my office. At last I found it and I find my destiny. This is my project. I need to create Yangu Dunia... and then destroy it. Why? Because that's who I am! I destroy things just as fast as I create them! If you don't believe me, ask my mother.
This project will not be completed overnight. This is something that may take me another 13 years to complete. The wonderful part is that I will enjoy every second of this crazy ride through the life of Yangu Dunia. Finally! My imagination has revealed itself and given itself a name.
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