Refining My Thoughts

Over the past 100 days or so, I started writing for the first time. I bled onto the page and it illuminated the metaphysics of my internal essence to date, across many disparate writings.

It has come to my senses that the things I write begin to buckle underneath the fragmented format that I have employed thus far. Many of my writings are difficult to read, not because the syntax itself is difficult to parse but rather that coherence requires familiarity with other fragments. It is only logical to then believe that I must create a longer, systematic writing.

What I write whispers to me the longing to be expanded into something that can hold their insides with diligence.

Today I begin the next step of writing a long form book, probably around 60,000 - 80,000 words titled something like "Grace In A Godless World"

I am not sure if I will publish on this blog the sections of the book as I write it, who knows?

What I upload are first drafts, written in single sittings. I sit in my untidy office, my cat on my desk, and just write about whatever my heart wishes for. Usually about an hour or so of just vomiting onto the (metaphorical) page, although the more complicated writings have taken me two hours to write.

Maybe I will continue to write fragments as explorations?

I wish to share with this world an image of a world where humans are respected and that the soul is, undoubtedly, real and within each one of us, even the most evil.

All I know for certain in this world is that I care deeply for you, and that all shall be well.

M.V