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Why do we write stories? A story is simply a way to explain things that we don’t understand. I don’t understand many things about my life. I do not understand why I was born with a disability I don’t understand why I was born different. I have read The Bible. Specifically, The Book of Job. Job was written so that people could understand how a loving God could allow the righteous to suffer. Job was a righteous man after all, so, why should he suffer?

Job found himself in the unlikely position of being the fulcrum between the holy and profane; good and evil. After losing his family and possessions. Job asks why and throws down his gauntlet, “Let the Almighty answer me!” he angrily proclaims. God confronts him and says “Where was thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me if you have understanding.” (Job 38:4) When this exchange is finished, Job realizes he’s overstepped his bounds, repents and begs forgiveness, which, of course, he is granted.

So, what is the moral of this story? What are we meant to take from it? Perhaps they’re some things we are not meant to understand. Perhaps our understanding is only shaped through our experience of questioning and wondering, and growing. If we knew all the answers, what need would we have to question, learn, grow, evolve?

So, how must I deal with things I can’t understand? Well, I write. I’m writing a story about an Elf in a world of humans. He is a square peg trying to fit into a round hole often I feel the same. I go through what he goes through, yet, even with all his hardships, he perseveres and usually accomplishes his goal. If he can do that, perhaps I can too. There will always be things we do not understand, but we must persevere in the shadow of ignorance.

Victor Frankl is one of my most favorite thinkers and Philosophers. The basic truth of his philosophy is that the last human freedom, perhaps the only human freedom, is that we van choose to react to the things that happen to us. because of my physical circumstance. It is often difficult for me to remember that I do have control over some things, most notably, my attitude and demeanor toward the events and people around me, for it is that control, which sculpts and shapes my character as a human being.

As a writer, Frankl has proven to be of value to me in another way, he said, “What gives light must endure burning.” I have often hard of light being used as for talent. Light burns out and talent can do likewise. However, talent cannot grow it is used and nurtured so there’s a risk of burn out. I guess its true that nothing is achieved without risk. Yet another of life’s paradoxes Frankel was fond of pointing out. Hopefully my talent can be nurtured a long time before burning out.

Dear Typo,

That’s it. I’ve had it with you. You’ve gone and pissed me off Typo. You turned my as into has my soon into moon and my grass into sass You messed up my manuscript. I’m mad at you typo. I’m comin’ after you and I’m gonna take you out. Be afraid Typo, very afraid.

Erik

Writing has allowed me to explore my creative side. I have found that creativity is like lightening in a bottle. It doesn’t strike often, but when it does, it must be answered promptly with reverence and obedience. What I mean is, when my brain says to write, write I must. I sit at my computer and write everyday. I find that it helps to just write one letter at a time. Sometimes my ideas are shrouded in shadows of stress
or doubt but if I calm myself, they can fall from my creative tree like leaves on a fall day. When I write, I sometimes think of pretty creative questions like:

1. How pointed are an Elf’s ears?

2. What does an Ogre smell like?

3. Well there ever be a wheelchair without a stupid sounding horn?

4 Can similes be too descriptive?

Buddha’s second noble truth is “The cause of suffering is desire.” I find that sometimes it is better not to have desire or goals for my writing and just let it come of its own volition. But sometimes I just want to get something down and that’s when this approach is tough to use. What is your creative process?

Art, any kind of art comes from ideas. So, how do you have ideas? How do you start the creative fire burning? Well, in my experience, ideas come from experiences. Artists, especially Authors, draw their inspiration from things that happen to them. Inspiration can also come from things they read or people they know. If you have an idea, its important to work on it everyday. History shows that when one takes the seed of creativity and waters it with sweat. It can flower into something special.

What stops us? What keeps us from realizing our potential. There will always be things that. hold us back Some of them we can control and some we can’t. But, in my experience the hardest obstacles to get past are the ones we put in front of ourselves. How do you stop or subdue the negative self-talk and messages you hear? Especially from yourself?

Do you know the difference between a handicap and a disability? Well, I do. So, so I’ll tell you. a disability, is a condition which effects how someone is able to live their daily life.Cerebral Palsy effects my daily life because it affects my ability to walk. A handicap is a disadvantage. My disability is only a disadvantage only if my wheelchair is broken, or cannot be used because of some other situation.
It has been my experience that my disability can’t be fixed, that which handicaps me can be fixed. That’s a good thing.

What handicaps me could handicap anyone. I am mostly handicapped by thought, or in some cases, lack of thought. Living with a disability has taught me the value of forethought and planning ahead. For example, my disability requires that I use a wheelchair accessible bathroom. But, what if there aren’t any wheelchair bathrooms where I’m going? if I don’t want to be handicapped by this unfortunate situation, I can take care of business before I leave my house, which, coincidentally, does have an accessible bathroom! 🙂

There is no such thing as a ‘handicapped person’ because handicapped is a label that should apply to situations, not people. Yes, my disability has placed me in many situations where I’ve been handicapped, but the situations were usually surmounted by adequate planning and forethought.

Literature is something that makes you think. Art makes you think. Art makes you feel. Literature, Art, can warm the mind with thought, water the heart with feelings and allow opinion to bloom. When I read Literature I am changed by the experience. I think true Literature shines a light on societal issues and can serve as a catalyst for change.
How would you define Literature?

I am trying to write a story where a woman is the main protagonist. She is the assistant to the male protagonist of my last story, at the finale of the aforementioned piece, he went ahead and did something stupid and got himself in trouble. So, now she has to go rescue him. The thing is, I want her to be a realistic woman. I don’t want her to be a caricature of what men think women ought to be. I want her to be authentic and realistic. The problem is I am a boy my perspective on what motivates a woman to act is probably a wee bit inaccurate. I don’t think anybody understands the opposite gender as well as they think they do. So here’s my question. Does anybody have any advice on how to write realistic female characters?

I want to write about something hard. I want to write about something that I don’t like, something that many people don’t like, and rightly so, for it is hurtful and mean and should be eradicated from the human Lexicon. Unfortunately they’re a lot of words like that but the one I’m going to talk about is The R-Word, Retard.

Have you looked up the meaning of the word Retard? To retard means to slow, not stop, to slow. People seem to to think that if someone is mentally challenged they’re an idiot. That is simply not true, at all, in no way, shape, or form.

I remember being in the fourth grade and accidentally running my wheelchair into a wall because my school lunch room was too crowded. I hit the wall and people were trying to get around me. I remember a snide voice calling out, “Please let the little Retard go.” He wanted to leave the cafeteria I was unintentionally blocking the doorway. I confronted him and asked “Why did you call me that?”
“Because you’re helpless, you can’t even walk right.” Then, he walked away.

That experience broke me. It broke me. I was able to be put together again, but I never saw myself the same way after that. It hurt, it taught that being different can be hard, being different can hurt.

People can come in all different shapes and sizes We need to remember to raise people up, not tear them down.