“It occurs to
me that my present endeavor to complete another novel is, in truth,
‘nothingness’ until it reaches its completion.
For only upon the actual completion of and sharing of my story will it bear
any worldly merit. From the latter
perspective, the undertaking of the endeavor to write a novel is perhaps
painted in rather a daunting, if not outright unfavorable light then, is it
not? Surely such a task is not to be
undertaken by the faint of heart, or those who be in constant need of worldly
recognition. Furthermore, given the
limited likelihood of widespread acceptance and recognition in the event of
actual completion, the payoff for the completion of a novel, in and of itself,
is not much of an incentive for embarking upon such a potentially fruitless undertaking
in the first place, is it? So perhaps,
the writer … much like all other forms of artisan … is in a very real sense
‘mad’ from the world’s perspective just
for having entertained the notion of beginning to create his art, in the form
of written words residing within a novel, in the first place. The writer is labeled ‘mad’ even before he
begins his task and so he remains long after, until he breeches the waters of his works
completion. For it be only upon delivery
of the finished work that the poor writer has any chance of surrendering his
cap of ‘madness’ for that of true ‘artist’, or if he be truly lucky: celebrated ‘genius’. The latter being said, it also occurs to me,
that in the process of endeavoring to create the ‘tangible’ –that which the
world is capable of grasping on some generally base level of understanding—I am
weaving a wealth of tapestry in an understanding of exploration into thoughts,
emotions, ideas … making unique connections and insights along the way which
will become the very threads of this woven tapestry of exploration … my
tapestry of exploration. And while the
latter process is by worldly standards ‘intangible’, I find it immensely ironic
that when my body ceases to house this spirit knowing that is the true me
–whether my written efforts meet with worldly approval in the end or not-- my
‘intangible’ tapestry will clothe me on my journey into the next life --my
reincarnation, if that be the will of our Creator. Suddenly, in a spiritual sense, the
‘immaterial’ becomes ‘material’.“ ~Isabelle Black Smith
@Copyrighted,
April 2013, Isabelle Black Smith and Michelle C. of whatplanetareyoulivingon .
blogspot . com. All Rights Reserved.
Think I’ve just
written the forward/introduction to my novel?
Thank you to whoever prompted my thoughts on the topic of ‘nothingness’
in the first place. You know who you
are.
