Greetings fellow writers and bloggers, and thank you for tuning back in.
I will begin this post with the upmost, heart-felt apology that I can muster. It has been far to long since I have posted or really involved myself in any sort of author-type duties. I let my work get in the way of my passion as of late, and have fallen behind in my work. Yet, it was in this that I found something that I think we all could benefit from and use in our own passion. It involves asking yourself one simple question: Why do you do what you do? In that, I ask that you really dig deep and find what it is that makes you do what you love. Writer, artist, athletes and so on, we all have our little passions.
Can you imagine what it would be like if we couldn’t perform our art? The simple limit that, no matter how small or trivial, how simple and harmless, you found yourself forbade to do any such act.
I was in a book store recently, rummaging through the 50 cent bin, and came across an old book. The title of this book was Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak. Boris Pasternak was an author and poet from the USSR. Some of you may have heard of this work; however, I am willing to bet that like me, many of you may have not. As with any impromptu book purchase, I flipped to a section of the book and began to read, examining the writing to see if this would be something that I would like. What I found was so beautiful, I found myself reading it out loud after I had already accomplished it in silence. What I read, hiding in the “Afterword” section of the novel was as follows:
One test of a novel’s power comes after you have turned the final page. At that moment, the plot is finished, the conflicts have been resolved, and the characters stand before you in the fullness of their being, as if awaiting your approval before they begin to fade from sight. But will they fade? And what of the world they live in? Will its impressions dim as well? Or will the novel grow more intense in your memory until on day you are compelled to return to the book and reread it?…”A literary creation…can appeal to us in all sorts of ways-by its theme, subject, situations, characters. But above all it appeals to us by the presence in it of art”.
My jaw hit the floor once I read this. It is probably one of the most beautiful, and well placed thoughts regarding writing and literature that I have ever read. What did I decide to do with this work? I gave it a new home.
Another amazing thing about this beautiful work is the story, and fight, behind merely the publication of this novel. Due to its independent minded stance on the October Revolution, Doctor Zhivago was refused publication in the USSR. At the instigation of Giangiacomo Feltrinelli (a Communist and Publisher after World War II), the manuscript was smuggled to Milan and published in 1957. Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature the following year. This man had to leave his home to discover those who would love and appreciate his works. Can you imagine what this must have felt like? To have such an amazing passion and ability, only to be stifled by the closed-minded? Heartbreaking.
May your journeys always be fair, and you never know the harships