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| Buried in an Ice Casket |
Buried in an Ice Casket
By Nomar Knight
I feel as though I’m stuck inside a giant block of ice. The works that I need to write are dangling around me. While they’re somewhat recognizable, most of them are like huge, obscure placards. Desire seems to be escaping my soul, much like air slowly let out of a balloon. My isolated surroundings have frozen my feelings. I fear that I’m turning into a cold monster incapable of rationalizing in favor of mankind. Life is getting to the point I no longer care to be briefed about the world since too much violence and greed have scarred all in its vicinity. To hell with news!
If only somehow, my focus could return. Many projects need to be completed and a few of them have deadlines. The story, “Bitten,” is one I want to submit by the end of the month to an anthology. At last it has an ending, but now the real fun begins—the rewrite! Then there’s “The Monster Men”, which is a fun story only I find myself asking, “Why do they do it?” Perhaps a psychologist can tell me why monsters do the things they do. If those creatures did normal things, like kill or maim, but no, they’re quirky thieves. And finally, editing needs to be completed on Burning Love along with the artwork for the book cover before I go completely insane. Once I get those things done, then I may go back to Darkness Roams, my supernatural thriller novel. I miss my characters.
So you may ask, what has me feeling this way? I recently moved. I live alone which may be a writer’s dream come true. I answer only to myself. I run things my way and the burden of everything hangs on my shoulders. All of these are good things, but then there’s the incredible isolation which once I get the place wired for internet, should ease off a bit.
I guess it’s all about getting used to the changes that occur in our lives. Being a bit psychic, I expected these changes to happen, but now I must find a way to chip out of the ice and embrace my current opportunity. Perhaps, in time, I’ll be able to sculpt a masterpiece out of my own life and at last find happiness.
Catch you on the dark side!
Nomar Knight
Standing out in the Sun is how you melt the ice. Don't panic or become frustrated with life's little changes. Don't be afraid to come out to the Sun light. It may seem lonely but TV has never been anyone's companion. It only serves to distract you from real life. Take the moments alone because that is when your mind will explode with new thoughts. All these, should-have, could-have, ideas can be shaped into it was in your novels. I seek out loneliness when I write. Through it all remember, stay in your write mind.
ReplyDeleteEmbracing opportunities can always be difficult. Will they return the embrace, or will they turn around and bite? I usually find it easier, though, once I've made some sort of decision, to chip out of my ice block. The first chip is the most difficult.
ReplyDeleteI know EXACTLY how you feel. Sometimes I'm paralyzed by staring at the page, words swirling but unable to get out. Sometimes I finish a story and think, "How did I do that?" It's very easy to become isolated and withdrawn, but for me, chaos then erupts through my front door and for at least part of the day I'm thrust into the world. Sounds like many great things are at your fingertips. Change can make it hard to sort them out. Don't rush. You'll find your way:)
ReplyDeleteI am very good at distracting myself, and then it just gets even harder to get things done.
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