Ok... so after I wrote that short story... yesterday in my home and family living class... the Prof told us about his and his wife's journey through cancer and her death last year... now my story seems very fickle and pail next to this story...because the whole family was united in their efforts to create memories over a three year period and to serving as much as they could together before she left... and it was just amazing!... there wasn’t a dry eye in the class room. Not because he told it with stile, he simply read the facts from a sheet of paper which to begin with was very boring… but then as the story unfolded, and you thought of your own dear ones and you wondered what you would have done in their place, you didn’t need beautiful words, nor dramatic detail. All that was necessary was a heart.
So here's the thought... is it worth writing if it's not of eternal value?... and what has fiction got that can compare with the true beauty of the hundreds of true stories of people over coming and soaring to the heights of divine nature?
There’s so much to write. So many stories. Everyone has them running around in their heads. ‘Today’s list of things to do’, or ‘The Secret Fantasy of John Smith’ or ‘The Night the Aliens Attacked, by little Bobby’ etc. etc. No mind is without thoughts of a fictional character… because even that list of things to do may never happen. But which ones are worth plucking out of the heart and mind and writing down? And which ones will inspire the greater living of reality and not just fantasy?
They say write what you know…. So this next story in an effort to do so… but… is it worth writing? That what I want to know.