void()
Oct 25, 2011, 9:38 AM
Void sits being really quiet in a dim corner in the back. People wander by and tout various theories. He mingles here and there a little. A deep chasm rips through his being. None of the distractions keep him well, now. He feels a need of something lost.
Eventually, a lectern seems to appear near the front of this jolly pub. Void notices a moment when no one is paying much attention. He ambles slow to the lectern. A palm is lain down across the edge of it. He sees a conductor's wand on the lectern top. He picks it up and raps the lectern thrice.
People continue on their merry ways. He moves to stand directly behind the lectern, both hands draping from it. He clears his throat. A few people pause, then go back to merriment.
"I have come to a decision ..." He says. People hear his soft, low voice and stop. He looks down, then back up into the throngs of people milling around.
This is something he needs, something which he ought to have not let become lost. It is difficult putting 'out there' despite how easy it should be.
"It is a decision of faith and belief. One that resonates in my core. Not able to be a hypocrite any more. I write. I do so well, despite lacking formal education." The people look at him. He seems lost, eyes looking here and there. A hint of a smile crosses his face.
"Been doing some research. There are people writing web based fiction. They are not getting affluent by any means, yet are at least earning a living from it." Void's eyes seem to become flame. "Over many years, I tell others to follow dreams. Many years I have not dreamed. Not dreaming now, either. The point being, who am I to say follow your dreams if I lack conviction to do so myself?"
He pauses and then chuckles softly. "Used to get really inspired by Poe, Le Guinn, Hemmett, Dent, even Lucas. They all wrote. That is something I can do, too. Maybe, I should dream." He grins. "So, I'm writing again. It is still nothing complete or solid but I'm back into it." He steps away from the lectern and ambles back to his dark zone.
Eventually, a lectern seems to appear near the front of this jolly pub. Void notices a moment when no one is paying much attention. He ambles slow to the lectern. A palm is lain down across the edge of it. He sees a conductor's wand on the lectern top. He picks it up and raps the lectern thrice.
People continue on their merry ways. He moves to stand directly behind the lectern, both hands draping from it. He clears his throat. A few people pause, then go back to merriment.
"I have come to a decision ..." He says. People hear his soft, low voice and stop. He looks down, then back up into the throngs of people milling around.
This is something he needs, something which he ought to have not let become lost. It is difficult putting 'out there' despite how easy it should be.
"It is a decision of faith and belief. One that resonates in my core. Not able to be a hypocrite any more. I write. I do so well, despite lacking formal education." The people look at him. He seems lost, eyes looking here and there. A hint of a smile crosses his face.
"Been doing some research. There are people writing web based fiction. They are not getting affluent by any means, yet are at least earning a living from it." Void's eyes seem to become flame. "Over many years, I tell others to follow dreams. Many years I have not dreamed. Not dreaming now, either. The point being, who am I to say follow your dreams if I lack conviction to do so myself?"
He pauses and then chuckles softly. "Used to get really inspired by Poe, Le Guinn, Hemmett, Dent, even Lucas. They all wrote. That is something I can do, too. Maybe, I should dream." He grins. "So, I'm writing again. It is still nothing complete or solid but I'm back into it." He steps away from the lectern and ambles back to his dark zone.