Paradise, Written

These last few weeks have been calamitous, absolutely calamitous – The Milestone Birthday had many miles and stones washed up from the coast. The worst daydreaming happens when the world gives us more than a reason to daydream. My birthday was a Narcissist’s getaway with my name day tagged at the end, complete with fawning and gushing like I was cruising up The Nile with a Pharoah!

Daydreamers are borne from a neglect or overlook, we dream about who we wish we were, we write always shout the different things that could have happened. Without these scars, muse wouldn’t find us, these scars are homing beacons for our story ideas, our poetry – I have yet to find a better sculptor from moments of pain than a writer.

Buuuut, I’m not feeling muse today, I feel adrift ….For someone that was meant to be a lighthouse in the storm snuffed out the wick and now I’m rather lost. Who am I? I’m an American Veteran’s wife, that’s who I am – But I’m not American, not for lack of trying I assure you. That speech, that Monastic, softly isolationist speech has hit me very, very hard reminded me greatly.

I never realised till that moment how powerful the writer is, we make empires rise from dramatic dialogues and epic scenes. The audience thinks Ah, this is the world as it’s meant to be, without realising it’s a product of wildest imaginations. We’re Kingmakers when all we wanted was out damn book read, that’s all we wanted!!

Writers are gatekeepers, we’re there to transport you into the world we created. Wishing just as much as you to be able to stay there and never go back to the reason it was created in the first place! I know of War Ghosts and flashbacks and endless nights of bad moons rising, for what? For what?? My book title was meant as a nod to history, it was never meant as something prophetic!!

Muse will find it difficult to find me for a while, you need a joy in your world-building, a sense of purpose and hope. Writers can’t quit cos we have a responsibility to help others escape into their imaginings via reading. Right Now? Right now I’m in the dark and I can’t see because there’s no power at the lighthouse…..

Published by Belle Farrell-Byrne

X Gen Writer Wandering the Indie Wilderness, owner of several manuscripts and a wild imagination of a girl who misses the 80's like a lost friend Chocoholic, Veteran's wife and Zelda Nerd

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