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Topic: The Writer's Life (05/13/10)
TITLE: WHAT GREATER JOY?
By mick dawson
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Still, as we grow older, we tend to take stock of our lives and try to figure out what it’s all amounted to. By the world’s standards, mine has been pitiful, involving two broken marriages and an only son, who I know I’ll never see again.
I live in a broken shed by the river of a town of no consequence which is visited by rats in the colder months and plagued with snakes when it’s warmer. Out of work now for the better part of a year, I have become the “town scrounger,” virtually working for food and the worst part is; they all know… and laugh.
And yet; even if God stood before me incarnate and offered me the chance to change my life with anyone from the past, present or future, I would flatly refuse. He has given me a gift where I can weave an intricate story in minutes.
Not to sound pious, but to write in His service is the greatest joy I’ve ever known. I write anywhere up to ten hours a day without a detailed plot, ironing it out as I go. Perhaps some of you can understand the exhilaration I feel when I meet my own characters for the first time and take part in their adventures.
As delusional as this may sound, I have few friends, but the characters I create are so much more real to me. I have run with packs of feral dogs beside Tonunda the Savage. I have stood in awe of the freakish strength of The Forgotten One and felt his pain. Civa and I have laughed in exhilaration as we cross the rooftops of Caliet with death defying acrobatics.
I have watched my characters be born and die; laughed with them, sharing also their anger and fear. I have starved with them, froze in the rain with them, and trudged the long miles with them.
It was little wonder that I wept like a child, when I wrote the final word on my first novel. I was saying goodbye to the closest friends I’ve ever known… but let me tell you about the “happy ending” for this writer.
Whereas before I was depressionistic and suicidal, I now want to live. I want to write and bless as many people with my gift as I can before God calls me home. What greater joy is there than that?
And one more thing; I don’t feel a loss anymore about that last page on my first novel… I can always write sequels.
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