Post 3-Why Did You Write This Story?
Compulsion, opportunity, fascination, and thirst for understanding drove me to write this story.
“Field of Orbs” started with a single question. “Why are we here?”
I know every sentient being, since standing became a fad, has asked the same question. Some have offered responses, either transcendental or hard science. Neither is satisfying. Too many things made no sense to me. I wanted a different answer, so I searched for my own.
I spent several years mulling the idea until understanding finally surfaced. The inspiration fascinated me, and I realized I discovered a story to tell.
How would I tell it? I had no clue, but the more I thought about the answer, the stronger my compulsion grew to put my thoughts to paper. My commitment wasn’t complete because my life overflowed with distractions, and writing demands contemplation and introspection, right?
A few years after I realized the potential of my initial concept, my job changed, requiring I work remote from my family. With no television or internet available, I had many hours of free time every day with nothing to do. Distractions vanished.
At first, I read several books I had put off. However, my growing apathy made me realize I needed something more fulfilling. I decided to try writing a short story relating to the idea I had.
I wrote two short stories. Though they trended toward my earlier thoughts, their themes didn’t relate to each other, nor did they directly address the concept I began developing. I considered them a part of a broader framework.
On completion, I sent them around to my family and some friends. The responses were positive, and I had several people request more.
Thus began my dedication to writing. I went underground and offered nothing more for several years as I researched technology, sciences, and constructed a framework on which I could hang the story. The writing was my secret life, and the story became the world where I lived when I wasn’t working. Addiction is a close description of how I worked on the book. My secret obsession.
The story mesmerized me. I found myself an observer, taking notes. The text jumped from my fingers and appeared on my screen where I experienced the character’s lives as a voyeur. I felt their hopes, their love, their frustration, their sadness, and their terror. Not as I did while reading other books, but as a citizen of their world.
When the ending revealed itself, my elation went meteoric, and the chapters flowed onto the pages with almost no effort. The feeling transcended epic!
The answer to the question is simple. Once I had the opportunity, I had to do it. I felt everyone needed to know what happened in the lives of these people and they selected had to write their story.
Do I appear crazy? Until you read the entire story, you have no idea.