The idea that writing a story is simple and the author only need to take pauses here and there for fresh eyes is a fictitious telling in and of itself. The entire process is an emotional development of the author. Especially if one wish to develop the emotions of the readers. Unlike other writings which, for the most part, requires light effort for writers born with the gift of storytelling, mythological creations demand heavy bench pressing.
First, you have to decide on writing about something you know. Then have at it; which means opening up your soul and receiving a story about the topic which you've selected. As much as you may know about this topic, your first draft will be primeval soup. Some of it will have mass (meat to keep) and the rest will be liquid (soup to toss) but know that without the first draft there is nothing to eat; so, get your ears tune to the pitch of the Universe. Second, you have to see how your first draft can fit into the formula that has been agreed upon by the collective 'we' of readers. It doesn't matter that your delivered idea is original and has the philosophy to support it; what is key is that bread looks like bread that can be served on a plate and water looks like water that can be served in a cup. Third, you have to recompose your first draft into a final product. This part takes many tries and will change the texture and taste of your offering to the reading gods. But keep the first two steps close, constantly read and re-read your mythology until you know the story; now start rethinking what mythology means to you. Fourth, you have a final product which adhere to industry requirements at this point, so let's add in two things, the requirements of mythology and the requirements of compassion. Your writing is the food and/or the elixir for the community. Considering that you've experienced this journey that you're sharing, the sharing should come easy. It is your communal passion after all. Just as it feeds your soul, it should feed the collective soul. Your mythology should motivate or prompt others to get out and obtain what you gained. Finally, have faith that this new mythology will answer the pleas of the community. Then, be prepared to take that first step over and continue the process until you feel you can no longer stand and be a channel for the voice of Spirit, the voice of the Universe. Remember, mythologist spider, your job is to spin webs and change the flies caught on your web into independent spiders out there spinning webs with you. We are all one and that means that we are all spider-storytellers; capable of overcoming the largest of obstacles and calming the wildest of beasts. Thanks for Listening! Sabrina Louise Andielle Crow Crew
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There is something that I must surrender and release. My surprise at hearing others finding enjoyment and interest in my original mythological writing. I've been at it so long and yet only recently learned how to manage it (my talent) instead of it managing me. This is the reason that I find it amazing that others see what I intended to be seen.
There comes a point when the new become the everyday. When the far fetched become a reality. And it is at that time when the judgment of one's sober expectations can be measured. The trickster god can work both ways, I'm discovering. This means that I can be looking at a gold mine and because I don't see all the sparkles yet, I declare my find a bust and miss. But when you work with the Trickster god, the god will laugh at you then point out what it is that you are missing. The thing is in today's society people are ready to share their creative impulse, their newborn baby, before its immune system is ready for an attack- because attack you will receive. I know because I have been at the other end of the spectrum, which caused me to polish and polish, protect and reject, more than the average. I work not for perfection but for acceptance and man it takes a lot to be an artist whose message is received. The alchemy seems to never stop. It took a lot of work but finally, I'm getting positive feedback. That mean the piece of advice I received over 20 years ago: Live some, write some, and vice versa, is like a second skin for me now. There is understanding of how important it is for someone to do good work no matter what their work is. I was raised to do my best. That's what count, in the eyes of Man, in the eye of the Universe, and in the mind of the Greatest Mind/God. If I, no, since I produce powerful work, I have to keep the curiosity of a novice but carry that passion of a professional. Then I will be able to become the Master Artisan I dream of being. For now, I release the mentality that I have something to prove because I've proved it already. To myself and to the local community. Now it's about putting on bows and ribbons then releasing my art baby to the world. With nothing but the wish that all will receive what they need from me through my presentation of learning. I have learned recently that I may not be my brother's keeper, but I am my brother's sibling. And that is why I write. To communicate and make art. Mythological art. Thanks for listening! Sabrina Louise Andielle I have undergone a transformation which affect my writing in oh so many ways; therefore, I will not even begin to explain where I've been or what I've been doing. Just know that Hour of Change is still on the burner and this 94,000 word story is being honored as only someone who has walked in Mow Yen's shoes can.
It is said that a writer is constantly mining the soul, their soul, for what is unknown, for what hasn't been felt, and for understanding their core beliefs. This is something that I now embrace and share. Not the mining for feelings or capturing the unknown but for understanding of core beliefs. I have never thought to myself how I was mining for my core beliefs through my writing. Even with Hour of Change, where I'm pouring my heartbreak onto the world, I never thought I was sharing CORE BELIEFS. I never knew I had it in me to leave a relationship which has spread across my many incarnations. I never thought that I would feel the confusion, fear, and anticipation of starting new with a different god or gods; or the deep need to grieve the illusion of perfection which I held for Yahweh. Thereby, letting another god or gods in the private quarters of my heart. I never would have guess that my core beliefs would be changing this incarnation. But all that is going on and more. All because, as the bible says, your mouth provides for your belly. I have decided to quit Yahweh. Now, I don't know what that means for my religious life (which wasn't there to begin with) but for my spirit it means freedom. At least that is my core belief. Yahweh is for the youngsters who need hands on guidance. I am no youngster. Being that I'm sober, I am not about to sit up here and bash and spit upon the people who still give their ultimate devotion and obedience to Yahweh. Again, I just left the fold; keeping the love I was taught and disposing of the rest. I will not go into lack, because I feel they lack nothing, and all of their needs are met. I will say that as much as they claim to be the more powerful religious organization of followers on the Earth currently, they walk in fear. Now if you ask or point this truth out, you'll receive opposition. But these are the people who claim to forgive but not forget. How? These are the people who claim they need no "outside" books to support theirs. They can't deal with the questioning of their beliefs and often threaten with the promise of Hell. As the saying goes, one needs originality, but it must be backed, if not matched, by philosophy and comparison critical thinking. I could go on, but I will give one last point to ponder. There is a mistrusting of anyone who is outside their community. There is a hole where diversity belong within their organization whose collective has splintered into more denominations than any other main group of religious devotees. They are sheep and the shepherds have place the fear of Yahweh in them. I wasn't a follower of Yahweh by any means of actions other than proclamation and explanation of my behaviors and Biblical understandings. Nor was I a follower of Yahweh's actions and treatment of people. He, Yahweh, is a hard god for a hardheaded people and I'm not hardheaded. I was already torn by my inner drive for wisdom beyond my soul. The closer I got to my truest desire the further I got from Yahweh. I was questioning Yahweh, daring him and no commander likes that- least of all Yahweh. Therefore, I am going to let Yahweh go. I now allow Yahweh to go his way and I go mine. No hidden agenda. I honor Yahweh's power, strength, and even the devotion shown toward his people. There is nothing but love and relief in my heart. Part of me, deep down, wishes that there was something that Yahweh could still teach me; but the Greatest God got this, and my next teacher will appear. I had so much fear, so much anger, and so many restrictions to overcome. I can't speak for other followers, but Yahweh seems to be the type of relay runner who has come to the end of their stretch and refuse to pass the baton. I think that the inspired threats of men, has nothing to do with saving souls and more with binding people's mind and soul to Yahweh. Maybe Jesus wasn't celebrating Yahweh? I've still to conclude on that thesis. During the process of writing Hour of Change, I saw the characterize image, the one I made of him. I realized that I had not been given the chance to become who I was born to be, because of some inspired teachings of desert men and women which said that Yahweh way was the only way. I realized that if I was at war, fighting for my spiritual survival, then yes, Yahweh's way is the only way. Listen to me, I was that individual fighting my own guilt and consequences; Yahweh's was my savior as I ran from the truth of who and what I am. Yahweh is the one who will direct without considering the inner development of the one he's directing. Once I become still, I was able to see that it was Yahweh who had kept me running because all gods need someone to share their understanding with. I'm not trying to take that from Yahweh, what I am doing is stepping deeper into the light of the Greatest God. Once I am placed under another god, I will serve that god the way I served the god of war. I am no warrior-soldier anymore. I am a full blood soldier for peace fore I have been honorably discharged. Best of luck to Yahweh and the shepherds under him. Fore, your sheep are frighten and running off cliffs; mindless and lacking free will. And, best of luck to me. Core beliefs are a motherfucker! |
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