Blank Paper and Full Pen both Parts

I wrote this blog post on another blog of mine and it is essentially how this blog started and got its name. I have since written a new part to it so I hope you enjoy it.

Part one

I feel like I am getting ready to start a new chapter in my life. It is kind of funny because I feel that for the last little bit the pages were written so fast that I wasn’t even so sure where I was at. In a way lost in my own story. Then the pen stopped and the story halted. I stand at a new cross road. Trying to be bold and do what the great poet Frost said and take the road less traveled, but I am not even sure what road that is.

My labored work has been crumpled and the writing gone. The paper was not wasted though and those writings were not in vain. I learned valuable lessons in my life through those ink splashed papers. The writing was sweet and filled with love and with happiness that I had never known before in my life. It also contained very dramatic scenes that usually find themselves in Shakespeare’s plays of love and feud. Unfortunately the writings seemed to have an ill fated outcome no matter the writer’s wishes. It became too much with all of its many twists and turns and the chapter had to end.

There were no cliff hangers, just blank paper. An endless amount of possibilities wait to be told. My hand has become cramped with the fast paced and extensive drama that found its way into my life. I don’t wish for more drama. I could do with a simple Waiting for Godot at this point. Where last several years have felt like a soap opera a seemingly calm chapter would be nice.

So now I sit. Tapping the pen trying to decide? What happens next?

Part Two

I feel as though my pen is moving again. The brief brainstorming period has passed and the story is beginning again. The old pages have gone far away in a distant place in my mind, used words silenced and given back. My heart has healed and moved forward leaving new open spaces on a once cluttered canvas. A canvas beating to the rhythm of the new prose now written upon it. Prose formed from tiny etchings slowly building their story.

How will this chapter turn out? Will it be a love story or an adventure? Will there be damsels in distress and knights in armor? Will there be tragedy or will there be joy? Will there be a prince and princess or simple peasants? I think the story will be much simpler then I can imagine. I am okay with simple though. I desire no drama. I pray that the twists are few and the cadence pleasing. I do not know all of the details but I am excited for the adventure.

I will take this chapter slower not wanting to cripple forming plot lines. My sentences written carefully making sure to be clear in all intentions. The new words have already started painting pictures of light and of hope. The characters, some new, some old, none the less are ready to play there promising parts. Look now, I think the main characters are about to step forward.