I began writing before any of you were born.
Itís in my very nature to write; I canít help it.
To take nothing; a blank sheet and create mass, mood and movement is what Iím all about.
In fact, you could say I AM.
The really great thing about writing is one can create anyone during any time and setting he or she desires.
I consider myself to be the original writer of all writers.
Besides writing down the first words, I also spoke the first words.
You might even say I am the WORD.
Thereís a lot of power in the spoken word; let me tell you.
My son is quite a writer also.
Together we have created a great many stories.
Which ones you ask?
Well, all of them.
I know of nothing that exists without me knowing about it.
Good, evil, past, present, future; all of it was written by me long before any of you could read.
Whatís my best writing you ask?
Well, let me think a moment on that one.
Hmm, I think the best thing Iíve ever written is the story of your life?
This one is a little difficult to put it all down on paper at one time because your story is a virtual one.
What I mean by that is during the course of your story I have given you free will and the right to make choices which affect the next chapter so to speak.
When I first began writing your story every aspect of it was pure perfection.
Your story was set in a beautiful; tranquil garden filled with every radiant color, every desirable type of food, perfect weather year round and peacefulness beyond your ability to comprehend.
I was in the story too.
You and I would walk side by side in the cool of each evening without a care in the universe.
We talked and shared every thought and Idea we had.
There is a great sense of satisfaction with writing and this story was especially rewarding to me.
Anyway, everything was going perfectly until that day.
Which day you ask?
Well, thatís the twist as they call it.
I had not planned for the story to turn like it did on that day.
I was preparing the next chapter when wham, right out of nowhere everything changed.
My perfect story was now messed up.
A villain had entered my creation and changed the plot.
My perfect creation, characters and story line was forever changed.
Nothing would ever be the same again; well almost never.
As I contemplated the events that had transpired my Son suggested an alternative ending.
I had actually thought about it but had not mentioned it yet.
Together we decided to make it so.
It wasnít easy on either of us; me, because I had wanted so much for you and your story to be so wonderful and all of it was now tainted; my Son, because He would have to be the one to actually put Himself into the story and make it all work out.
Every possible scenario had been painstakingly thought out and implemented.
The new stage was set and we were moving forward again.
A whole lot of things happened throughout the middle of the story; I wonít mention all of that for time sake.
Toward the end of the story you came into the picture; you individually I mean.
Like all people you were born and began living your own life.
You became a writer of sorts yourself.
Your own story is like most others with its very own uniqueness.
You grew up with all the emotional twist and turns that helps to shape you all.
There were ups and downs, good and bad, left and right, twist and turns.
You showed great talent and had wonderful, exciting ideas and idealistic plans.
Then, came that great moment of decision that each of you must face.
The choice that puts the cap on your story; the finishing touch you might say.
What choice you ask?
You know; the one that I talk about in the book; the big book; the one that tells the entire story; the one that all of you need to read to guide you and direct you and show you how it all will end.
You havenít read it?
Well, I certainly canít ruin it for you.
Read what I wrote then give me a call.