
A Calling...
On my free time I'm working on writing my first novel. This is a big undertaking and decision after what I just wrote about Money. Ha-ha.
There is something inside of me that is compelling me to write this aspiring novel. Writing this nonfiction book as a third person narrative is strictly based upon actual personal experiences. The story itself has to be told or I will not rest. This doesn't happen to me very often but when it does I act. I know it is extremely i...mportant for reasons that are not necessarily in the present but will serve far better in the future. I evaluate this as (A Calling) and where it comes from well as many artists say "from somewhere above." This calling is not premeditated nor does it come often. This intense serge of energy that presents itself to me comes in the form of creative expression. It arouses my senses in three different Mediums, either by writing, illustrating or film/video. In every sense within these three Mediums it always involves a story or a series format. I take this upon myself unconditionally with acceptance without using any excuses except I have to do it!
These such callings takes years of careful thought, preparation, focus and hard work. I know in the end it will have an impact or symbolic message that has to be convayed. Whether it involves a particular individual or it is for the general public this calling has to be fulfilled. Sometimes when it happens I ask myself why, why me? I don't have all the answers but I feel the energy. It is like an intense drive or force that pushes me. Years later well after the project as been accomplished it reveals itself by exposing its deeper purpose. This 2016 force within me is my new video production and now this new novel. The last four forces began in September of 2009. They were "The Michael Jackson Series", The Untold Stories... fine art book, the first intro. Modern dance video and an illustrative story that was sent to a person who's name I cannot release.
The only other time I got this intense force was in 1970 when I was a very young girl and the artist/musician Jimi Hendrix tragically passed away. At that impressionable time in my life I was expressing myself through poetry. I wrote a poem in his memory. As young as I was I knew Jimi was special, unlike anything or anyone I would ever see perform or hear again. Therefore I payed tribute the best way I new how. I suppose I have come of age and I know my calling. The particular individuals that are chosen, and the themes I creatively express through writing, illustration and dance are unique, rare and exceptional. In essence it is as if I must achieve these callings before I leave this earthly realm...

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