I give in. My passion for writing is growing larger and larger each day, it has become the only thing I think about on a daily basis. It’s turning into a nuisance! I curse it to the back of my head every time it comes to fore thought. It twists my guts into an almost wrenching pain when I don’t have the chance to write something down on a piece of paper and make it my own. It forces the air from my chest as if I were a cartoon character with an anvil flattened. Where did I get this from, you ask? Let me tell you a story that explains my passion. Sit back, and enjoy the ride.
Soar through the sky with dragons, their hot breath on your neck as you hit the ground tumbling. The blistering win cracking your skin from the powerful wings that beat wildly to land with such easy and natural grace. Before your able to catch your breath, after witnessing the beautiful landing, you hear the cries of shock and pain as an arrogant man has mortally wounded one of your lizard brethren. Azhrei, dragon prince,’ is what they called him because of the enhanced cunningness and intellect he used to destroy the life of this beloved beast.
Dragon Prince by Melanie Rawn comes in nine books, and explains the attachments of fantasy and fiction to romance and war. The beginning of my intrigue to this novel was the end, I had rather impulsively, skipped to the end. As I returned to the beginning, I was enthralled to see the turn of events further down the story line and eager to read through completely. While reading, I was becoming intimately attached to the characters; I was one of them.
I felt the mind-blowing pain of the crop whip across Rohans shoulders as he fled down a racetrack more for his life then the prize. The seething jealousy Sioned felt in her heart over Rohan’s flirtatious ways with the High Prince’s daughter to be able to barter for the things his people demanded of him from his overlord’s lands. Sioned and Rohan, the secretly betrothed main characters, remain engraved into my heart till the end of time. The connections I felt to these characters inevitably caused me to give advice and make them apart of my life.
“What the Goddess proclaims is not written in stone, but when it is the stone can be shattered,” Lady Andrade, Rohan’s aunt and Sioned’s tutor, told Sioned about her deepening and frightening love for Rohan. But what has furrowed deeper into my heart everyday is writing. I have kept this quote close to my heart knowing that some day it would become useful in my life and become an ever-lasting guiding line.
My passion for writing is simple; it has become etched into my heart the day I was introduced to the idea of research projects.’ Creative writing is what makes my heart pound and knees quiver, “if writing is what you think about when you wake up, and before you go to bed, you were meant to be a writer,” preached Mary Clarence (Sister Act II). When I first became conscience of this joy, I was shocked into the realization that I could be a good writer if I tried. And I did, from the first day of my English class in ninth grade; I have tried and have been successful.
Even though that was only a short time ago, which seems like a late start, it was just the right time for me to begin to explore this unknown desire. I had matured past my adolescent years, and started towards my journey into becoming an adult. I could write about my fears and joys, and transfer those feelings to my readers. What Melanie had done with her words, is what I cannot wait to do with mine, captivate and beguile my readers into the magic of witches, dragons, and mythical creatures.
