To New Heights

I recently decided to become a writer (within the last month). There were two triggers that made this decision for me.

Trigger 1:  I was asked recently, "If you could be famous for any reason, what would you want to be famous for?"  I remembered reading the Hobbit and Dune and getting sucked into the Star Wars universe.  I realized that I would ultimately want to be famous for creating a universe from scratch.  I always had a desire to write, it was buried.

Thinking back now I can recall writing a graphic novel when I was 6 or 7.  This was of a miner who dug so deep that he encountered monsters.  I was always drawing up planets with continents and figuring out where civilization started. I would name the continents countries and come up with my own histories and explorer paths.

Trigger 2: I woke from a dream at 2 a.m. one weekend and I had to find a pencil and paper.  The dream was so vivid, complex and self consistent.  It involved life and living forever within two realms.  There was confusion at the start of it but things became clear and as I moved through the dream it was mysterious objects and people became less mysterious.  I began to understand as several realizations came to be.  By the end of the dream everything was revealed and a wonderful sense of peace came over me.

This led to me knowing that ideas are in me, that dream came from my mind and exists from ideas that my mind was able to piece together.  I knew then that the ideas would come, I simply lack the technical skills.  However this is something I believe that can be learned.

I am a big believer in what Galileo stated centuries ago, "You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him discover it within himself."  I have it, we all have it, it can be released.

To New Heights