Though the month isn’t quite over yet, I have had a really wonderful time. It has been productive and inspiring both, in terms of the chapters I have been writing, but also in the discovery of the characters. A major block for me was not being able to let go of who they had been, for who they were becoming, and how they had changed.
The book isn’t as clean cut, nor black and white as I had imagined (though yes, it was my intent to twist these around on you in the most spectacular of ways). It has grown a lot in wisdom, and evokes a different mood and perspective on reality—one, I think, which will offer a lot of insight.
I suppose it is in this way my work has been likened to author Urusla K. Le Guin’s. Though I only discovered her work in July last year, it has touched me deeply in a manner beyond words, and she has quickly risen to become my idol of idols; someone I admire and respect greatly in her contribution to this world.
I wrote an article on that very discovery, before this website was made, which I will share below. It is deeply personal, but I suppose I have realised fame and success is an illusion, and something I would dispel to pave the way for other artists who might never have tried.
No matter how talented we are, all of us are human, and we all feel the same things.
On Ursula K. Le Guin
Recently I read the first two chapters of my book out to a group of complete strangers. They told me that I should look up an author called Ursula K. Le Guin, for our styles were apparently similar.
At the time I didn’t pay it any heed—how could I, in my entire life’s experience never having met an author who’s work was like my own (though I have always admired Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, I would not say our styles are similar)? And, even if they were similar, it would only reflect to me how others saw my work, which may not at all have been how I wanted them to see it–for instance, only the violence and the tragedy, rather than the messages behind it.
Week after week these writers earned my trust, and so slowly I began to open up and read them other works I cared about, or their more experimental counterparts. Mostly I read them poetry—this being the quickest and easiest to write, when nothing else I worked on could be shared (*cough* Pandora).
People had mentioned the name to me a few more times in between, but as always it rolled off my back like water on a duck. I couldn’t admit it to myself, but I was afraid of what they saw in me, afraid that I wouldn’t like what I saw reflected back, and that it would cramp the budding style I was just beginning to find security in.
It was after one of those poetry readings that the name finally stuck, because they offered me a glimpse of how they saw me, and my work. To me they said “one day your poetry will become your writing, as it is Ursula Le Guin’s…”
That kind and insightful comment allowed me to feel the hope I had long been denying, even as my hand reached to my journal to finally write it down. From this I went strait to the local library, and borrowed A Wizard of Earthsea (the recommended book, for my love of dragons), and it was love at first sight. The blurb had been superbly written, appealing to everything I loved in stories, but what truly took my breath away was the song below:
Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk’s flight
on the empty sky
~The Creation of Ea
Since then I have read many of her works, and fallen in love with each and every one. I love the human ark of her career, and that her books are more often than not small—that one doesn’t need to write huge volumes of epic literature in order for something to be beautiful.
I also love her insight as a person. The sheer wisdom of her words… for the first time in my life I have met someone who at once makes me feel hopeful, and at the other shows such perfection that it almost disarms my drive to write, for it exists already.
So I write now because it is fun, and that the stories I have are for this generation—and that, like always, they will be reborn and renewed as the cycle continues.
To end this post, I will share with you all new illustration. It is a repaint of a later work, and one which took itself in unexpected directions.
I feel like I got a little bit stuck on the details of this one, but it is a step in the right direction, and piece by piece I am getting there 🙂 I might have to try a work like the ones above, I have the perfect chapter for them…
Anyway, I wish you all a wonderful January, and I will keep you posted! My plan is to write one article a month here, but I’ve been pretty busy lately (pfft, busy… what she really means is swimming with dolphins).
The Dreaming Sentinel 😉