BLANK EYES:
I’m often asked why I write, and where I get my inspiration.
I don’t speak for other writers, only myself when I say every sound, every
smell, and every footstep I take further into the known and the unknown
inspires me to reach deep into parts of my imagination and retrieve the ideas
from which I write. The characters I write about are like versions of people I’ve
known or just passed by on the streets of the world, and sometimes just
everyday people who have affected my life in some way. Much like the writers of
words, the writers of music are a marriage of words and sounds coming together
to leave the writer wondering how that all happened. I often think about the
great writers of the past and wonder how they were inspired, and it occurs to
me that no amount of time can change the inner self of one who reaches into his
imagination, pulls out something beautiful, and shares it with whoever will read
or listen. I wake every morning wondering what will appear on my screen or
paper as I sit down and piece together words that come alive and begin the
journey of a future story. It’s not a challenge for me, but rather a blank
slate beckoning me to come closer and be sucked into my own world where
characters come alive, and every word has its own place and part to play. I
love to write and I’m thankful I have been given all this time to put pen to
paper and make people think, cry, laugh, and stare with blank eyes as they go
back to chapter one and read it again.
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