My Secret

     What is my secret?  What the source of my inspiration to my stories?  Well the truth of the matter is this:  There is no clear inspiration; the secret does not exist.  I write because
I love to, and this produces inspiration in its own.

     For example, in "Swiftly, Softly", I simply felt the desire to write something, opened up a blank page, and wrote the first two words that popped into my mind as a title.  Then I decided to build the body of the story from that point, and it developed beautifully.  I thought to myself: "What could these two words mean?  Could they have a poetic, symbolic meaning?  Or...".  My thoughts of the matter essentially halted there, as I had already made up my mind that they would be symbolic of something figurative by means of conveying the nature of something physically.  The idea of leaves falling, or a clock ticking came to my mind with some gentle thought applied to the topic.

     At first glance on my own writing technique, it appeared as if I had no real inspiration; no critical event in my life that spurred on such a story, nor had I read something to produce similar effects.  However, upon closer examination of my mind, I found that my inspiration seems to come from deep within.  It's as if my own emotional core produces the inspiration needed for my thoughts to explode.  Like a machine that takes life experiences and raw emotional intensity, my brain utilizes emotion and spits them out into a double encrypted story; an entity which encapsulates some part of my life in the form of words.  These words, now made into existence, can produce a similar effect in a reader.  This is a powerful cycle, as a little piece of myself has now been injected into yourself, dear friend.  And now, my secret (only secret, it seemed, to myself), is in your hands.  I hope that you'll share a puzzle piece of your own mind with someone someday.