Hatchlings

"Two children born of love

on a single day will fall..."

The ideas and concepts behind a larger piece of work are expanding. As I said to Khalid, they're barely hatchlings of an idea at this point, but I'd like to follow it through to its ending. If I can write myself a novel, what an achievement! I don't expect publication or recognition. I simply want to know I can.

The amount of character development and world building that goes into the construction of a novel is simply astounding and that's not even mentioning things like plot construction. On the whole, I understand why many novels are the culmination of more mature experience or exceedingly brilliant minds. I remember for years as I grew up, Justin worked on ideas and characters for a novel he is now more inclined to complete. He used to discuss ideas and characters with me, reading pages from the start of his very first draft. I suppose now I won't read it until it's completed and published, should it even reach such a stage.

I don't know how I originally fell in love with writing; it's simply been there, always been there as a key part of me. Even when I lose myself, this is one of the few things I know to be true. I am a girl who first skipped school (claiming to be ill) so that she could read the works of Raymond E. Feist at around eleven or twelve years old. I hope to never lose this part of myself; it dreams and it hopes and it loves in ways more intense than my usually Fe-constrained self does. Not to say I live filtered, but we can only respond to the opportunities afforded to us. In so many ways, I live vicariously through the characters and stories in novels.

Despite being an extrovert, I feel more at ease with my nose in a book than I do at a social gathering. I gain as much energy from the characters, written so beautifully into the pages of forever, as I do from my few friends. I am a broken extrovert living a life of introverted tendencies.

My hatchling ideas are taking some kind of shape, though I won't share their lack of physical finesse here. I'm unafraid of theft (after all, who is really reading this and who really cares for my words?) but the ideas and characters are so undeveloped that anything could bring them to a crashing halt. I hope to prevent this --  to earn the time necessary to nurse my hatchlings into their toddler years and beyond, into the angst of being a teenager and the eventual maturity of adulthood. I live in hope, as ever.