You may not know the real me. You may never know the real me. That’s ok, I won’t hold it against you. You wouldn’t be the first and you wouldn’t be the last. Just know that under these seemingly grey flowers, lies a sea of blue, inhabited by wonders of green. I wonder what lies underneath your flowers?
As a child I would often daydream, about the most fantastic and amazing things. At night my dreams were no different, perhaps even more intense. Wizards, ninjas, magic and the like… you name it. I knew from an early age that I had quite a big imagination, and made no attempt to hide that fact.
As a teen, I was introduced to the power of creative writing and its positive influence in my life. Writing offered a way to channel my imagination and make it almost real, in a way that others could experience. For the most part, this was enough fulfillment for me. To be able to write a story and present it to my mother was all the validation I needed. Still, in the back of my mind, I was curious as to how I could ever present my stories to the world, the same way other writers and creators have done.
Fast forward to the 2000’s, and self-publishing has made a way for me to potentially show my imagination to the world. Fast forward to 2015, and upon my first and truly completed novel, I was able to bring one of my most treasured stories to the world. This novel is called: Gideon and the Crimson Samurai. Within it lies the young and pure imagination that I had as a child.
Fast forward to 2018, I now have seven titles available on Amazon – something I wasn’t sure that I ever could accomplish. Staying true to my hopes and dreams, I managed to make them come true.
The next step for me now, is to keep pushing the boundaries of my imagination. My creativity has evolved, which means so should my work. As a final appreciation to my younger self that continued to hold onto his hopes and dreams, I prepared an online book tour that will focus solely on Gideon and the Crimson Samurai. Interviews, guest posts and reviews from many notable bloggers of the online world will be involved.
From the beginning of our species, the world has always been blessed with human creatives. Everything from: Painters, singers, composers and writers – these people (and many more) have observed the world and all that is within it, through their craft. It is through this craft that we have learned about our world and each other. However, what is this bond that we as creatives have, with the bizarre and beautiful force we call art and creativity – incarnated time and time again, via each person’s experiences and personality? What is this bond that no matter how many times we fulfill its requests, over decades, nations and countries, still continues to require our attention?
It’s a relationship, a marriage if you will. Don’t ask a creative when or where the vows were made. We know not ourselves when such a pact began. Perhaps it began before we entered this world? Of course, like any relationship, it has its highs and lows. The same way a couple will question their marriage of many years, the writer or painter does the same also – doubting whether his or her work was worth the blood sweat and tears. Some of us cheat and look elsewhere, while others stay true to our original promise – seeing it through to the end. The bond us creatives have with our creativity is truly like that of an actual being – hence the reason many of our human partners often feel neglected, as though a third person were in the relationship. They couldn’t be anymore correct.
To love an active creative is to accept their first love: The bizarre and beautiful force we call art and creativity.
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A work colleague and I were talking the other day. I asked him: “How is your other career plans going?”, for I was aware he was working in another field of work which he’s often spoke highly of. “It’s going great” he said. “I am mentoring other people within the world of sport and training.” Now I usually wouldn’t care for such a response, for conversations regarding sport and fitness is enough to make me gauge my eyes out. However something about his enthusiasm pricked my interest to carry on the conversation. What he said afterward is something I probably will never forget. “I finally realise who I am and what I am meant to do.” That one sentence alone carried a significant clarity that left a smile on my face. It’s not everyday another human being tells you that they realise why they’re on this earth and who they are. I for one tend to keep that a secret. However to hear that from somebody else is somewhat inspiring. My work colleague has accepted the path that he/god/destiny has presented for him, and that takes much courage.
I remember the day I realised who I am. It happened after I made the decision to halt music composition and migrate to the world of writing. That was when I realised that I am a creator – somebody who’ll probably never be stable in this world, but will leave traces of works for others to experience. This I accept and own, and this realisation can never be taken away… by anyone.
The moment you realise who you are… is a beautiful thing.