Sometimes, when I sit with a notebook, I pretend there is no one. No one who will read it. No one who will ever even know I wrote it. This way, I can enjoy the moment for what it is. I am a writer and I enjoy writing.
No frills. No pretentious thoughts of where the creation can go and the over-arching story the character will eventually fit into. For that moment, I seek only the thrill of being alive and free.
True freedom needs no audience. This is an idea our young people have forgotten. More and more, every detail seems to deserve a place on a public timeline somewhere. Social media is changing the way we create. And I don’t mean for the worse or that civilization is on the decline.
I’m only saying, it’s nice to write and create. No client needed, no deadline looming, nothing pushed onto the back burner to make room for it, it’s just life being lived as one would live it without instigation or worry.
A Life lived Free.
A new stories written only because I had the time to stretch my mind and allow it to be itself. A relaxed look into the voices of the characters who have lived in my head since I was a teenager. All those people that have shaped me.
Who are these voices, exactly? I’ve taken their advice, enjoyed their exultations, and heeded their warnings for decades but now I have learned to quiet my own voice and allow them to hold the pen. For the first time, I am the one listening. I am the one being entertained.
Freedom needs no audience, I wrote, but perhaps I’m the audience of my own freedom. I can take my rightful place and simply watch the show unfold.