| A Writer�s Want Have you ever wanted to be invisible? To walk across the world and not worry about what people see in you? I have. Not always, but there are those days when just too many people see you, notice your movements. I hate those days. I hate it when a simple action causes notice for negative reasons. I wonder what it would be like to be completely transparent. To walk through a door and have no one look up. To be able to see the secrets of one�s heart and not for use against or for them, but just for the sake of knowledge. I think if I could be invisible, I would like to choose one person and study him/her. Study that person�s actions, fears, joys, and thoughts. To know the substance of another human�s life that is not my own. I suppose that is why I write. To take a meaningless name and give it limbs, breath, emotion. To map out my character�s existence and figure out his or her reactions. A pen and paper becomes a world full of life and meaning, at least in my eyes. Or, rather, in my mind�s eye. In the real world, I may be exposed, vulnerable, prone to harm and humiliation. But, not on paper. In my world of blue lines, red margins, and black ink, I am the invisible creator. My characters do not know my inner soul and yet they are my inner soul. So have you ever wanted to be invisible? I have and, in my room, hunched over my desk, I am. |