Revival in Darkness

This will be my first attempt to blog. Not in the sense of keeping an online diary, but more as a place to throw in some of my ideas and works as a writer. I will try to have it at least somewhat updated at what inspires me, and maybe what I mean in a poem or two, but… for now lets see how it will work trying to explain why I write.

I’ll also put another poem of me in here, one conceived not long ago, when in a site that i used to post some poems, one urged me to not try to rhyme my words. In the end it produced a little nice self-explanatory mumbled piece about love…

And now to our main subject…

What does it means to write?

Undoubtedly, for each one that does, it means something different. And this is good. Because for each one that reads it is something unique too. I can only tremble at the thought that sometimes literature will become so streamlined that all writers would use the same format. It will, eventually, lead to the stagnation of the readers…

Enough of philosophizing anyways. There are four different things that I must explain about my writing.

I write because I love to read. Each passage I read from a book, unfolds a million time in my mind. There is not a single paragraph that I will not stop and think: what else could be done here? How could this play differently? In the end, some few stray tidbits stay on my mind. Those I expand even more. In my free time, I think and ponder upon them. If I look it in the end, if I manage to perceive what is created, I find something that I can only describe like a unique child of mine…

But that could be true only if I spent my life writing and reading. Sadly, this is not the case. As I lead a normal life, I’m bombarded by the mundane reality in each step that I make. What can I say? I’m a romantic fool that has no place in here to live. But I don’t bow my head. In each waking moment that I feel the gigantic pressure and stress of our time, I have an escape. A shelter made from pure imagination. For in my mind, in my stories, no one can shape things but me. And in those alternate realities I create, regardless if they are bleaker or lovelier, I laugh at the vain attempts of reality to intrude. But I also weep deep inside me. I weep because sadly, the average person that I meet in the world outside is slowly being crumbled down by harsh pragmatism. So I write for them too. Not only to create a shelter for me, but to show to others, that through imagination and creativity in real life, one can literally make miracles occur.

Those are my novels. My short stories inspired by me or others. But there exists a tiny space somewhere inside me that wants to decorate, or desecrate, things that range from the most exotic notions to the simplest material possessions. And for this, I do the only thing that a fledgling romantic fool can do. Write poems.

The above could be the birth of what I perceive as the cornerstone of my writing. It gives me the basic materials to build upon. But there is another reason I write. I started to write, and I continue to, because I really like pen and paper RPG. I still play, even though at the age of 25 many people say that I should move forward, And mainly, I still DM… My friends like my stories, and it was their urge to write down some of them that moved me to the decision to start posting some of my writing (not the stories of course, since they are, more or less, diagrams and not writing). It was through this that I developed an affinity to what I need to describe. It was through my players that I realized what it takes for a plot to become attractive. And it is for my players that I haven’t give up writing; always trying to give them the most magnificent story that they could participate in.

/RPG rant mode on

For those unfamiliar with the terms, I will try to simplify this. Imagine. This is the only word that can describe what a pen and paper RPG stands for. As the coordinator of a long term game, I have to create a story for my fellow players. I have to, not only make a plot that will last as for months to come, but I have to have it so fleshed out, that I will be able to describe even the tiniest bit if asked. Many could see it as a simple procedure. Create a story. Say thing A happens, proceed to B etc. But what it boils down to is that I run free thinking people, several of them to boot, in a world that is only limited by one’s imagination. And frankly, the one DM that says that his story goes out as planned… is blatantly lying. The ‘art’ of DMing, is to have created a nice, intriguing story that unfolds simultaneously with the players. No matter what they ask or do, this way, they cannot ’surprise’ you. If the story is fleshed out enough, there won’t be any gaps. This has given me the ability, to manage to see a plot all around and not one sided. This, as you can imagine, has given me a great boost in my ability to form a likely scenario. But it is not the only thing that I have earned from my friends. They have illuminated me in the art of describing. For when the only mean to convey a situation is to describe to your players, you have to do it good. Admittedly, I’m not that good there, but what the heck… as I live, I learn.

/RPG rant mode off