The Book is Coming

When I was about ten or so I had this vision, there is no other word for it. It was of Nazi Germany, and all I could see was this beautiful Creole woman with finger curls on the side of her head. She was wearing a fascinatingly red dress with blink all over it, and throwing her head back in laughter.

Then I heard the bombs, I saw another version of this woman dressed in tweed sitting at a type writer, and I remember thinking, “one day that is going to be me.”

Today I am sitting here in my apartment writing about a book of essay’s that I am working on and I realize that through out my life, I have learned that I was born to be a writer.

I don’t know really what kind of writer I am going to turn out to be, I don’t know if I will ever write fiction, but I know that I am writing every day and that matters to me. It matters more than anything I can think or dream of.

More than the idea of writing a film about my life, I want to write stories that inspire the world to believe that things can get better. I want to create stories and poems about the world as I see it, and I want to weave words together that evoke love and joy in the reader.

So I am working on a book.

I remember thinking back just a couple of years ago when I forgot that I was supposed to be a writer. I was so busy suppressing pain and pretending to be happy that I forgot everything I knew about myself. Smoking weed and listening to music, thinking back on my life has given me the chance to remember that I have always wanted to be a writer. Since I was five years old and first discovered a world known as “The land of Dreams,” which my brother and I convinced ourselves was real.

I can’t stress how much self introspection I have had the time to do over the last two years of my life. There was always going to be a book about my life, it was the topic of the book that had always been under debate.

This is going to be a chance for me to tell my story through the lessons that I have learned in a way I never have before.

I am opening myself to talking about my fears this year in ways that I never thought I’d be allowed to…let alone feel safe enough too. I am becoming my most authentic self, so why not write a book about this experience and share it with the world?

I don’t care if I never see a dime, the idea that I am working on a book is enough for me. I am proud of who I am and I am excited to share that with you all.

I might run a contest or something in the future to offer free copies, but I want to get through writing a little more before I decide to do that. I have until October, so that gives us plenty of time to come up with ideas.

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall

 

 

Author: Devon J Hall

Devon J Hall is a thirty-seven-year-old Writer and Author from Surrey, British Columbia by way of Calgary Alberta. She lives with three cats, one mother and is addicted to coffee, cigarettes, and weed, not necessarily in that order.

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