At the end of June, I embarked in an
adventure to pursue two professional certifications (CompTIA's A+ and
Network+). I succeeded at both and am now a fully certified PC
technician and networking information technology expert. So, if you
need help in that area, feel free to contact me through the Amapola
Press site.
In that time, I knew I would have to
put my writing aside because my whole focus needed to be on studying
and capturing these certifications.
My Muse understood my need to set her
aside. She never feels abandoned, she asserts herself and while I
commuted daily from Brooklyn to the South Bronx, it gave me glimpses
of what was to come. And I dutifully took notes on my iPod so that I
could document these ideas – I am no fool!
I saw scenes play out in my sleep
deprived mind. I saw character faces develop and smile back at me. I
heard their voices. I even heard opening lines to chapters that
simply demanded to be heard because they were so perfect they willed
themselves into existence!
It wasn't all motherboards and routers
and operating systems. Sure, all that enveloped me, but underneath
that frantic search for knowledge there was love and happiness and
friendship and unconditional moral support and sexy, soothing voice
in the distance that reminded me, “You are still a writer...”
So here we are, hours rather than days
(in Protocol Data Unit parlance were are bits rather than frames
away) from NaNoWriMo. A decision
must be made. Do I participate this year? I am in deep job-search
mode at the moment, but that does not exclude my creative drive. So
yes! Yes, I will participate.
But how do I go? Do I write my story
about life in the space station that uses the Bronx as inspiration
for part of it (and it would be a fitting and poetic way to close out
my experience)? Or do I succumb to the silliness, and a much needed
mental break, of the magic stilettos?
I have almost two days to decide. Ah,
but the excitement . . . it mounts! And I hear my Muse gently singing
and calling me over. It's sexy and alluring. It's a whisper and
nothing but an ethereal glimpse in sound and taste and smell and joy
of falling in love and surrender.
I am back and I surrender to the whispers. I am writer.
“Once upon a time...”
(In the midst of that decision, I review unfinished projects that need my attention as well, and I love rediscovering these stories and these characters as they welcome me back into their world.)
(In the midst of that decision, I review unfinished projects that need my attention as well, and I love rediscovering these stories and these characters as they welcome me back into their world.)
