Where dragons exist #amwriting

There is something magical about a craft that can take us on a journey, and can blur the lines between the real and the unreal. Writing is such a craft. It can pick us up from our mundane lives, and take us to a place where all things are possible.

The real world, where we live, is a place filled with beauty and terror, and so too is the imaginary world where dragons exist.

All stories have a purpose, a reason for existing, and a vastly diverse reason it may be. Do we write to entertain? To change our reader? To provoke thought? Good books may entertain us, or change us, or even leave us with a lingering thought. A great book will do all three.

There is no greater aspiration for a writer than to take our reader to a place where dragons—metaphorical or otherwise—exist, and better yet, to show us that those dragons can be beaten.

Even monsters read

I cannot imagine a life without books, or the modern take on books…my trusty kindle. When we sit down with our books the world around us fades away. We are pulled into another time and place, where our imagination turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.

As a child we are taught that trolls live under bridges waiting to gobble up unwary travellers, we are taught that a frog can be turned into a prince with a kiss, and we are taught that the ugly monster under our bed may want nothing more than to borrow our book.

As an adult our taste can shift away from the fantastical, and we seek something much more diverse from the books we read. We can enjoy anything from a biography that lets us see through the lens of a real persons life, to a fantasy novel not so different from some of the stories we enjoyed as a child.

The books we read can make us laugh or cry. They can shock us, or surprise us. They can take us for a wild ride.

In the world without imagination, there are no monsters under our bed. I guess some people prefer that simple, unfettered life.

But I’m planning to spend a lot more time, in a place where even monsters read.