Spend time alone and learn that the need to verbalize does not exist; know that in the absence of vocalization the mind achieves clarity; understand that with this truth of all things becomes apparent: When words, carefully chosen, are spoken they are like precious stones, containing power and worth beyond the mortal – the means to engage, entertain, enlighten; console, hurt, heal.
Spend time alone, void of the spoken and realize that words reveal the product of the thought and not the process required.
The more astute noticed my brief absence recently. A few went so far as to inquire about my well-being. Simply, I took a Social Media sabbatical – I spent time alone, in the place devoid of not only Social Media but television and radio. I unplugged from the reality of cyberspace and the Internet and the World Wide Web.
In doing so my thoughts, my mind, through the senses, sharpened, and my awareness heightened.
Within the power of silence I found direction once more.
For me, writing is about process and method, defined by goal. The goal: Write. When that goal is realizes a new goal is established: Produce writing that merits consideration. When that is fulfilled, another goal: Publication. Again, realization becomes a new goal: Financial compensation from the writing produced.
SCENE OF A CRIME/FOR UNTO US is one example of this process and method, and a sense of accomplishment results when the last goal in the series is achieved.
But there comes a question for me: Is this all there is?
When I decided to write the first Jhon Collector story well-intended experts tried to dissuade me, asserting that none would want to read about “a half-breed”.
Sitting quietly, without speaking, I wondered if the opinion were true. Perversely, I wrote the story, and began another. The first Jhon Collector story was published and the response was singular: The character of Jhon Collector upset people with his uniqueness, his perception and opinion at large.
But there came, singularly, a request for more stories about him.
When I asked for an explanation to this apparent contradiction – why do you want to experience, again, something that upsets you?
No one could explain in verbal terms, and implicitly I knew what I know now.
I no longer post to Facebook because words no longer possess meaning in that reality, and no longer have worth or value there; words should mean things but on Facebook they are merely weapons of destruction and ruin, fashioned as threats and insults, hatred and bigotry, prejudice and certain evil without equal.
When I take a Social Media sabbatical I find, in the silence that results, ascension to a level of existence that allows for the means to write as writing should be written. I am not surprised by the response. More than a few who have read FOR UNTO US have told me that the first reading caused them to have nightmares. But after they examined why this happened they read the story a second time and found dreams replaced the nightmares.
Asked to explain the trick involved to provoke this outcome I reply that there is no trick involved.
Only the power of words: Written and spoken.