Sometimes I look back on my old writing and cringe. Why would I do that? The works were written during a different time, in different places, and I was a different person. Sometimes I feel I’ve shed myself many times and became anew.
I have to remind myself to be unapologetic about my past writing. I may wholly disagree today with things I wrote in the past – but nonetheless, it is those experiences that brought me to where I am today. Writing, for me, is a spiritual journey.
Writing is a process of; analyzing, feeling, floundering through ideas or morality, and chipping away at the soul. I want to get to the heart of it all. Perhaps that’s not the right analogy. It’s more like chipping away at my conceptions, education, and ideologies. Most other things flaunt themselves around, masking the true heart of soul underneath. Writing serves as a way to test, discard, accept, rethink, and wonder.
That’s why I describe myself as a metaphysical, visionary writer. I’m looking for the layers underneath. My only hope is that my stories offer a challenge and a glimpse to others on their own spiritual journey.