¿What kind of writer I want to become?
Perhaps it’s obvious, since I’m writing a blog, that one of my interests is writing. But being a writer has never really been a serious goal of mine. Writing has come naturally to me, even more so than drawing or painting, I’d dare to say. I think that, at an amateur level, it’s an art more accessible than the visual ones. Not because I find it easier, but because it’s less cumbersome, less expensive, and I can do it anywhere.
“Thinking with my hands” — it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve said that phrase, which makes no biological sense, yet for me, it’s a truth. Whether I’m studying, about to draw, or facing any kind of problem, I end up writing. Letters are my path, and now I’d like to define what the destination is.
Lately, I’ve been seriously considering bringing a piece of work to light, or carving out a name for myself as a writer. I’ve been jotting down some ideas about what I hope to achieve, and I want to share them here, in this little corner, despite the risk of sounding cheesy. Let’s start with the fundamental questions.
What do I want to write? I aspire to create stories that accompany those who walk alone, that comfort those who hurt, and that give vision to those who wander in the shadows. These adventures are meant to serve as gentle touches, as hope and, ultimately, to awaken the soul and bring the children back.
How? I believe fantasy is the path I should follow: unreal landscapes with very real stories.
Who is my audience? I’ve already hinted at that, and since we all suffer, we all, therefore, need grace and rest. My stories will be aimed at anyone who seeks comfort, and in return, I’ll do my best to make them accessible.
Traditional publishing or self-publishing? If I want to carry this light to as many people as possible, traditional publishing (though more competitive) offers that possibility. Still, I’ll be working on my own publishing projects as well.
Why write? This is the hardest and, at the same time, the most essential question. I imagine my answer will mature with experience and the passing of years. But, in all honesty, I think writing may be my way of offering a service to those around me or to those who are my people, even if they don’t know it yet.
My company is the least I can offer, and writing allows me to give a small piece of myself to whoever reads. If I can touch the deepest essence of someone, my purpose will be fulfilled. Having someone to care for even if, in this case, it’s a distant, unknown reader; is, and will always be, my own comfort.