In this blog I will document my journey to become (hopefully) a published author. I will be recording my experiences on both the writing side as well as the publishing process. While I hope that it proves to be enlightening or entertaining for others, mostly I'll be writing for myself. That's why I write in the first place - I enjoy it.
I have been a storyteller all my life. But my stories
were for me alone. As a child I would fantasize like others, but my
fantasies were elaborate and developed over extended periods of time. I
would think out grand epics, spending months working on a story. As I
grew older the fantasies grew more realistic, based in my own world or
the world I wanted to experience. I would create stories to entertain
myself, to explore philosophical concepts, to simply occupy my brain
whose wheels were always spinning. It was just what I would do.
Sometimes I would put these stories down on paper, bare bones outlines of
ideas and characters. Whether these were short stories, or novels, or
screenplays, was undetermined. They were just stories in my head. They
were mine alone for I did not share them. I was afraid others would not
see their beauty and magic. What was special to me might be mundane to
the world. And perhaps they told more about me than I wished others to
know. So the written stories remained incomplete, a representation of an
idea in my head.
But now I realize it doesn't matter what the world thinks. I still write
for myself, but I write the full story, in all its gory detail. And the
story becomes much more. I write for the joy of crafting a complete
picture, developing ideas fully, and making characters I know as well as
myself. I write for the pleasure of choosing each word, for the
appreciation of the nuances of language, and the simple thrill of
I share these stories with no expectation, no demands upon my readers.
My thoughts are laid out on the paper and you may take or discard what
you wish. The ideas are there, buried in the facts of the story, and I
will not provide any further explanation. I hope that you enjoy them; I
hope that they may have some meaning for you. But in the end, all that
matters is that they are my stories and I have told them.
Blair B. Burke