MY sincerest apologies for my absence. I have had a few
things that needed my attention. A little soul searching and a little more soul
searching. I had to examine my heart for a moment. I have been reaching an
interesting epiphany. Do I keep writing or should I stop? What determines a
successful writer? I got published through a house and that what I wanted but
now what?
If that’s not a blinking cursor on the screen, then I don’t
know what is. But without writing and creating I feel empty. Emptier than when
I was a register jockey, much hallower than when I worked a bunch of temp jobs
and most certainly unfulfilled as when I was selling items.
Writing gives me purpose and a sense of self but how do I
become successful? If I become more successful will that satisfy me? Will I
have finally proved myself to all the nay sayers?
On second thought, why should I have to prove anything to
anyone else but myself? It’s been written that if you stare long enough into
the abyss, it stares back into you. It comes to reason that if the abyss is
apart of you, then that abyss is full of you instead of yawning emptiness. My
throwing things into it to sill it is irrelevant because it’s already full. What
exactly is full it of is creation or at least the idea of creation.
I can create anything I want out of that abyss and now I
think I need to create a future. Nay a vision of my next step.
What to do with the abyss?
Simple. I will create.
