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Write what you know?

10/15/2011

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Write what you know? 

If you are a writer you have probably heard this comment once or twice: “Write what you know.” And that idea certainly has its place. However, I am going to let you in on a little secret. Rarely do I write about what I know. Why should I? I already KNOW about it. For me, writing is a
discovery.

So what do I write? Simple. I write what I feel.

In no story of mine is this more the case than in one that came to me a few years back. And when I say it came to me, I mean exactly that. Malaika, pronounced
Ma-lie-ka, found me in a dream. While in this “other universe,” I discovered a friendship that seemed to stretch back a thousand years—a friendship perhaps initiated long ago in some ancient Heaven. This friend of mine was not a person, but rather a graceful and magnificent black panther and no collar adorned her neck. In this strange and wonderful world we were equals.

While in the dream, we came upon an expanse of rolling hills that seemed as vast as the Sahara. However, in place of hot unforgiving sand, we found ourselves surrounded by plush high wheat that teased our eyes as far as we dared to imagine.

This next paragraph contains a spoiler so you may in fact want to skip it. But I propose you read on, as I give, arguably the essence of the book that followed this dream. For me it was Malaika’s kindhearted spirit that was her story, not the way in which she fell to her demise. Oops I let it slip.

As we crested a hill we came across a huge netted batting cage made of woven ropes as midnight as Malaika’s ebony coat. Within this massive woven cage were scores of batters practicing their batting. As I entered, Malaika followed. Instinctively I understood that she was unwelcome, but Malaika, headstrong as she was, and us being “equals,” it wasn’t my place to tell her what to do. Instead of tobacco farmers armed with machetes, like in the story I eventually wrote, it happened to be these batters with malice filled eyes, wielding wooden blows, causing the demise of this elegant black panther I called “friend.” I stood helpless to stop it.

Truly, upon waking I felt like I had lost a friend. While in the clutches of melancholy and a racked mind, my wife insisted that I note down this dream. As I began to write I
felt something shift. As I recalled the dream, her essence was the same but the story I was to tell had altered. She was to be a lioness, from deep in the heart of the Serengeti. A year later Malaika was penned.

Malaika came to me from the heart of the universe—where dreams are born. The vividness and profound sadness I felt after the dream was the catalyst that inspired me to share her story.

And so, now, I share her story with you.
Be Well,
Van

For more information about this author please visit the links below. Contact: http://www.vanheerlingbooks.com/contact.html Website and Blog: www.vanheerlingbooks.com Chapter One: MALAIKA http://bit.ly/poJnuE Amazon: MALAIKA http://t.co/5AsDFrm
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    I WOULD RATHER LIVE SEEKING MY OWN DREAM AND FAIL EVERYDAY, THAN TO LIVE ONE DAY PURSUING SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM, ​FOR WHICH I CARRY NO FAITH. ~vh~

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    What are we if not the chasers of our dreams? ~vh~

    Competence manifests when knowledge and practice come into harmony. ~vh~

    Ultimately everything is temporary. ​~vh~

    Live in the present with an eye on the horizon. You never know what is to come. ~vh~

     Reality: That destination in life where dreams die and sorrow is born. ~vh~

    ​If my past dictates my future, then I am heading toward several more failures followed by at best, mediocrity. ~vh~

    The muse has tapped my shoulder and my ear is turned toward her lips. I am waiting for her whisper. ~vh~

    "The darkness within that seems to surround us, I assure you is nothing more than illusion—for we are the light. Shine brother… shine!" ~vh~

    “How many muses does it take to write a novel? Just one but she better be pretty.” ~vh~

    ​Writing is easy. You just transcend to a higher echelon of existence and place your hand on God’s shoulder for a moment. See…nothing to it.

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    "As a writer:
    I don’t just make stuff up.
    I imagine new worlds and the people within them. And then quietly and with a curious eye, I spy on them to see what they will do next." ~vh~ 

    “In this life, seek your own answers, and quote yourself for a change.” ~vh~
    “Why are we here? Perhaps there is nothing better to do.”~vh~
    “In the end it will be you and your reflection.” ~vh~
    “Ultimately, absolutely everything is temporary.” ~vh~
    “How far must I travel?” the boy asks. “Just one step more than you think you can achieve,” HE replies. ~vh~
    "If Humanity has any hope whatsoever, it will be found in the artist." ~vh~

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