There are three main loves in my life: family, friends, and literature. Now the third was last to join this line up. While I loved listening to stories growing up I only started to enjoy reading books when I was in fifth grade. Around the same time I started to write poems and short stories as well. But as any avid reader, or anyone really who persist in any interest for an extended period of time realizes is sometimes making it a job is the worst thing you can do.
When your passion is the one thing that gives you joy the best thing you can do is let it thrive outside the mass marketing industry while you foster it, because before you realize it whatever one might have intended to create originally no longer exists. It has been tailored to fit whatever the perception your audience has. It took me a long time to realize this that's why sometimes I can't even recognize my own characters. When that happened I knew it was time to fall in love again.
So this past year I learned to read again. I learned what it was like to fall in love with characters and just want to watch them live their lives there out on the paper. I remembered the feeling of not creating or building a character but discovering them as the words poured out of my fingers onto the paper.
After practically taking an entire year off from writing I'm happy to be back in a world of just me and my characters. I'm not going to post stories tailored to an audience. I'm going to write out the lives of these characters just as they tell me it happened, and clean them up a bit for the sake for grammar.
