Dearest, beloved Writer
I have heard that you are on the lookout for a story. I have heard that you miss the bright companionship of a story burning her glowing flame in your chest.
I know that you have been with other stories - one other in particular. I know that you and she had a turbulent love story that waxed and waned over many years.
And that now she is out in the world, you worry there is only one heart story meant for each writer. And that you’ve already written yours. You fear that you have nothing more to say.
But I’m here to tell you that there are uncountable stories drifting overhead at any time, just waiting for a chance to meet you. Waiting for a moment of opening. Waiting for a quiet nod of assent.
And I would like to offer myself as a candidate. I have been watching you for the past while and I feel we are very well suited.
I am a good, strong story. You have a good strong pen. I come from a world where magic livens the air and pulses the heart. You are always on the look out for the magic in the ordinary.
I know that with my quiet wisdom and your need for truth telling, we could create something vital, a potent vitamin for the reader, your readers.
When these readers read our work, our words, they will feel as though, for once, their skins fit just right.
They’ll gaze out their window after having read us, and they’ll see that the world offers them whatever they need. They’ll feel buoyed and emboldened to step out their front door and find what it is they long for.
My need has grown in urgency over the past year, and I crave expression through your pen.
Please give me a chance. Please make a quiet promise in your heart to me, to be true to me.
In that silent binding, you’ll begin to see that Story is bigger than you. It’s bigger than me.
You’ll start to notice small clues; you’ll see little signs. You’ll begin to hear messages all around, whispers of what wants to be created through you.
In the world I come from, there is an urge. It’s an urge to become, to be made flesh, to be inked in swirls and loops on the page.
Please choose me. When you give me your silent nod, I will move heaven and earth to be expressed through your pen, to be made flesh by our bond.
All you need do is commit.
With deep love and yearning
Story
What wonderful motivation, thanks Cathy!
This is stunning and sacred. Thank you thank you thank you.