There has been something looming over me for the past couple of weeks. Out there in the distance, announcing itself but never coming close to audible to my senses. That voice in the back of my head was relentlessly repeating that there was something I needed to do. But what was it? What can I possibly attribute to the generality of life right now? That voice started to echo and irritate the very darkest folds of my mind to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore.
So I started calling out.
At first it started with me sitting in front of a blank page.
Just sitting there.
With a pencil in my hand.
Yet that something was giving me the silent treatment.
Was I supposed to draw something?
Write a story?
Origami?
What?
I make a line on the paper….
And another line….
I start to think about how sad it was that the lines would never meet each other, (for they were parallel) so I erased one of them and drew another line intersecting the first one.
“Yay, Jay! You just made an X!”
I get up to get a glass of water and decide that today is not my day to make an impact on my own personal dimension. So I decided to seek out inspiration.
…
…
“Wow! Really? Are you going to keep me in the dark any longer?” I say to that something. “You are really starting to annoy me!”
I then decided that it was not healthy to talk to myself that harshly. So I waited.
Fast forward to a couple days ago. I was sitting in front of that paper again.
“Hey my little X!”
(It didn’t respond)
But I heard something else.
A whisper!
And then, there was something on that piece of paper! I looked, and found…a character?
Before I knew it, someone else had appeared on that desk with me. Is this what was in my mind for so long? I decided to have a conversation with this person. Get to know him a little better.
We had an interesting conversation. He told me about himself. His background. His views. His little qwerks and mannerisms. He introduced me to some of his friends. Pretty soon more people were added to the conversation. I had only planned to talk with this person for a small amount of time, but two hours went by like it was scared to disturb us.
So now I have a couple pages of different personalities crowding my desk and my brain begging to be expressed. Needless to say I am very excited to start this project. I am not sure what format to write it in.
Pictures?
Or maybe a book?
We will see.
