To sit in silence together and not need to speak a word. To enjoy another’s company in the midst of solitude. In a culture saturated with noise and infatuated with things, why can’t we simply enjoy silence?
Gaze up at the stars, wrapped in the cool, crisp air, and remember silence. Admire the elegant branches of trees, the ripples from drizzling rain, and forget yourself in solitude with me.
The world drowns in noise; we value not the quiet.
Become intimate with the language of solitude, a myriad of expressions without a sound.
Stop living for yourself. You are nothing. Stop living for everyone else. They are nothing when you are unsatisfied.
When you abandon God you have nothing to live for. Except yourself. And I’ve learned the hard way that, without God, I’m a worthless, unsatisfied nobody.
I became a master artist of lies, weaving intricate plots to avoid consequences. I was ashamed and yet continued to lie until everyone I loved despised me. When they tried to help me, they hurt themselves.
I began to suffer from severe depression. I lived hour by hour, fretting over every little thing. It was misery. My former passions were now ghosts that constantly reminded me of my failure. To seek motivation was to enter a barren wasteland. I hated each second of my existence. The objects, actions, relationships that had once made me “happy” were sources of disappointment.
God was literally standing in front of me saying, “Let me help you. I will help you bear your burdens.” And I shoved him aside. Attending church was too much effort. Socializing was tedious.
I still had hopes and dreams, but they grew to seem like distant, lofty aspirations meant for some other individual.
To live without God is to live a life that makes a finite impact. You are a particle of dust.
Eventually, I reached the edge after crawling around on my scraped up knees, blind and pathetic. God didn’t push me off the cliff; I pushed myself. Don’t blame God for your issues, look in the mirror: There is a gaping hole in your shriveled heart and you ignore it while you bleed to death. No more excuses.
I fell so far I thought I’d never get out. I had already given up long beforehand. God doesn’t give up, though. Instead, he slapped me in the face and told me, “Look around you. People are suffering everywhere. You are whiny and you are nothing without me. Stop staring at the ground, look to me and reach out your hand because I’ve been here for you this entire time. So, you’re covered in bruises, so what? I’ve used people in worse shape than you to change the world. Your passions cannot be achieved without falls.”
Stop living for yourself. How can you change the world if you cannot change yourself?
Lost in an eternal moment, a pensive, overwhelming mood. My thoughts devour me until I grow empty, yet the complexity of the world is within my mind. If only I could bridle the chaos of words and create meaning. I am emotion, so hidden, but at the same time barely contained in myself. One day I wonder if the world shall pour out of me, an aching waterfall of feeling that has no end, consuming every problem in the world.
My thoughts are fleeting, writhing, mangled things. Mysteries. I find myself considering humanity’s predicament and am plunged into the deepest ocean, choking on my useless tongue. I have a voice that could be heard clearly from heights of mountains, but it is trapped inside my beating heart. Words are but abstract sounds; we give them significance. Entropy is beauty incarnate, refusing to follow the river’s flow and instead becoming my Plague.
The earth is a looming weight upon my broken shoulders, but the Creator’s hands prevent it from crushing me.
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“The Earth trembled beneath him as if rattling its final breath.”
That is the opening to my novel. There must be some secret to catching readers, but I doubt my ability. Each phrase must be crafted with the utmost care; each sentence must be flawless.
Do these words create a sense of urgency? Do they make you wonder what is happening? To whom?
Fellow writer, would you read this book or set it back upon the shelf?
I leave my words here, vulnerable to your venerable opinion.
Imagine a novel without dialogue.
When you open a book for the first time, your eyes are seeking white space. No one wants to read pages of lengthy paragraphs burdened with aimless, wandering descriptions. Readers need to see your characters interacting, moving the plot forward, otherwise the pages are filled with silence.
Dialogue is not small talk; it must serve a purpose.
This is my struggle and also the struggle of many others. I don’t want my audience to grow bored with my one-dimensional characters. I borrowed an excellent book from the library that has various suggestions to practice writing dialogue.
1) Create a conversation between your protagonist and antagonist. Ensure that their words clearly convey motives and we can have sympathy for both characters.
2) “What if [your] characters start talking and they all sound the same?”
“…Stop writing for a moment, pull up a page, and just start writing like a mad person in the character’s point of view…Don’t think about what you’re writing. Write about anything. Explode.”
Thank you, Gloria Kempton for the advice!
“She wandered within the Forest of Tales, her fingers following the trail of spines until her imagination became lost.”
As I am writing a fantasy novel, I have decided to read up on the genre. I recently visited the library, thinking I would borrow a book or two.
But, as you can tell, there are many YA fantasy novels to choose from. Unable to make up my mind, I carried about a third (of the ones I found interesting) to the checkout desk. I told the librarian I am “doing research”, but I’m pretty sure she doubted the veracity of my explanation.
Furthermore, publishing companies seem to really prefer images of swords on fantasy novel covers…
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