Preface
I remember the first time that I ever seriously considered writing a book. I was in fourth grade, and it was in that year that we purchased our first computer. A relic by today's standards, that old puppy was able to crank along with a "swift" 56 Megahertz processor.
As I was confronted by this new technology, I realized its potential for artistic expression. I had tried to write outside of class only once before, which had taken the form of a three-page sermon/gospel that my (then) eight year old self had thought worthy of canonization. Since fire didn't rain down and lift that genius work to the heavens, I found myself two years later deciding to try to write something slightly more lengthy and, perhaps, less heretical.
I think it was about aliens.
I can't quite remember, though, as I bored with it easily. Then came my epic novel about a man who tries to control the weather, which also never reached fruition.
I suppose the fact that they were never finished are just tangible examples of God's hand at work. They would have been monumental wastes of paper.
So now I find myself with twenty years of life behind me; millions of anecdotes in my pocket, and thousands of dreams in my head. Some of them gems... some of them not so much. But my mind (along with my spirit, this time) has returned to the noble cause of writing something that could do more than stimulate imagination.
As I continue into my second decade of life, I have found that there is not a lot of wisdom being passed on from my age group. However, in this postmodern society, it has become essential for me and my "posse" to be heard.
So I thought that I would start the movement myself.
Really the hope is to encourage more people who would write or are writing (but keep it to themselves). There is so much yet to be said by this generation, but if we allow our ideas and attitudes to sit on the shelf, they will stagnate.
Then all we'll be able to do is look at them somewhere along the line and wish that we had spoken up.
As I was confronted by this new technology, I realized its potential for artistic expression. I had tried to write outside of class only once before, which had taken the form of a three-page sermon/gospel that my (then) eight year old self had thought worthy of canonization. Since fire didn't rain down and lift that genius work to the heavens, I found myself two years later deciding to try to write something slightly more lengthy and, perhaps, less heretical.
I think it was about aliens.
I can't quite remember, though, as I bored with it easily. Then came my epic novel about a man who tries to control the weather, which also never reached fruition.
I suppose the fact that they were never finished are just tangible examples of God's hand at work. They would have been monumental wastes of paper.
So now I find myself with twenty years of life behind me; millions of anecdotes in my pocket, and thousands of dreams in my head. Some of them gems... some of them not so much. But my mind (along with my spirit, this time) has returned to the noble cause of writing something that could do more than stimulate imagination.
As I continue into my second decade of life, I have found that there is not a lot of wisdom being passed on from my age group. However, in this postmodern society, it has become essential for me and my "posse" to be heard.
So I thought that I would start the movement myself.
Really the hope is to encourage more people who would write or are writing (but keep it to themselves). There is so much yet to be said by this generation, but if we allow our ideas and attitudes to sit on the shelf, they will stagnate.
Then all we'll be able to do is look at them somewhere along the line and wish that we had spoken up.