I am the voice of Never-Neverland

I know what you're thinking: "I am the voice of Never-Neverland? That's a bit presumptuous isn't it?"

Well, you wouldn't necessarily be incorrect. I am not the literal voice of Never-Neverland, that honor belongs to J.M. Barrie. I am not J.M. Barrie. J.M. Barrie was a playwright who was born in the late 19th century and who was, now this is important, a man. I am not a playwright, I was born in the late 20th century and I'm a girl. See? Completely different.

Now that we have established that I am not the literal voice of Neverland it's time for me to clarify the title of  this particular entry. I am a writer. Writers have the fantastic job of creating things from nothing. We raise up worlds, shape them, sculpt them, and destroy them. We pull characters and creatures from the voids of our subconscious and give them names, personalities and features; we dictate whether they are good or evil or if they fall into that gray area in between; we decide whether they live or die. We create our own Neverlands and we give them their voices.

So you see, it isn't all that presumptuous.


I often feel that I am a bit mad at times. Then again, I think that this particular feeling goes along with the territory. Honestly, it isn't surprising. I do have characters chatting away in my head as I map out scenes, this is an ongoing thing. You could run into me at the grocery store and odds are that just before you came around there was a fight scene being developed Not that I would fight you...well I guess that would depend on the situation, wouldn't it?

Back to what I was originally talking about. Writers being mad as hatters. Comes with the territory. Blah, blah, blah. Let's look at it like this: When you write you are putting part of your soul on paper and then you give it away for someone else to read, to dissect, to love, or to hate. The thought of that alone, looking at it both literally and figuratively, is enough to make my heart skip a beat, my breath hitch, and anxiety to settle in me.


Now don't think that I'm running around with rose colored glasses, because I'm not. I know that not everyone is going to like what I write, in fact I'm relatively sure that some people will hate it. I'm okay with that, but that still doesn't change the fact that is scares the living daylights out of me. I don't know how the big published authors do it. I have to imagine that they just let it all roll off of their backs and just keep going.


I think for now I'd like to be content in my eccentricities and continue plotting, planning and creating. We'll cross the handing over a piece of my soul on a piece of paper bridge eventually. Until then, I've got a lot of work to do.

So, fair warning, you're in for it reading this blog. Though, I do hope you enjoy the ride.


Aimee
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