Another glance at the never-ending novel
I have had a huge block to my fantasy novel for months now, the reason was I couldn’t move forward because I was leaving something out. (Believe me the plot line is way long ago finished, with its supersize “bible” but I was frozen over a chapter where two characters travel from one place to another, it is pivotal to connecting two story arcs that were separated in the earlier chapters.) The transition requires a strong visual message that reveal the change brought on by the war that is taking place around the characters. It will only be a few pages, but the message is so important that instinctually, I had to wait for the image to show up and be written about.
I’m glad it’s here, but seriously, I have like two poetry books ready to publish, while I was stuck “on the road” of the novel.
The Sith are dumb
I think it is clearer what is faced is a spiritual sickness and not just a cultural degradation. How interesting that the source of the corruption rest in plain site and no one is the wiser. I also understand that with a clarity of purpose one does find where we are meant to be.
I misunderstood the direction because I was listening to those who had been corrupted. In hind sight, I see how impossible all my good fortune must of seem to a “stiff neck people”.
Power without pride,
Purpose without fear,
Understanding without pain.
Seems more like paradox, and from a world of sin, yes it very well is. No wonder there has been such a struggle this week. But I will still need direction, more like council. It isn’t confirmed, but I do have concern over the fear I have been reading. Such fear grips those who claim mastery of the spirit, trust has come into question. This is a troubling thought. I must be mindful. Dwelling on other’s fears will not solve my own.
But I was right about one thing: a sinful people can hide a greater evil, and can temporarily obscure the light.