It’s hard to believe that we’ve made the flip to the year 2000. My life is also on the brink of change. I am about to start a new job this coming Monday with James Madison University.
It will be interesting to deliver goods via my services as a web creator, but these services come at the price of time. It is a paradox that having the feeling of freedom with time can leave you lacking focus and overwhelmed by opportunity, but when your time is limited you are forced to focus and prioritize, or lack accomplishment.
So this will be a test of my drive and ambition. Will I be able to accomplish everything else? My interests lie in creation, be it through the written word, or through creation in the digital space.
I’m seeing that poetry today lacks something that the historical master brought to the form. The words must be studied and honed such that they speak not only to the reader, but also to the history of words. It is not so much the order or sound of the words as it is linking to the blood of life.
I also think that after some training I will reach a point were I can produce a worthy novel. Poetry and prose play a similar game of words, but are not committed to the same endeavor, so it is through an entirely different course that the production of a novel must come.
The characters of a novel must live in the mind of the author, given a life before the words can tell their story. When an author writes about a tree, the roots are deep in the soil of his mind, growing new leaves each spring, leaves changing color each fall, and leaves that die each winter.
