The Bigger Picture

It would seem that the dry spell is over now, and my entire body seems ready to burst. The slightest things inspire me to the craziest of new ideas and new stories. For months I've had a thirst for writing and now it seems as though that need has been quenched. The writing has not been done, but the ideas. I'm no longer racking my brain for ideas to use with writing but I'm about to implode with the influx of ideas now assailing my brain.

Like a mural of life you see one end of the spectrum painted in bright colors and cartoon faces. There's sanctity there, and a safety there that preserves innocence until the mural moves down the line. The cartoons fade to black and white photos. The world is defined by the two ends of the spectrum, and all of the other colors have aged and are now faded into the many shades of gray. It's a stagnant room at first glance, but there's a freedom in the white and black. The black outlines that draw you in but the white spaces that set you free. Only in the light of a brighter white can you see the shadows fall upon her lovely face. Gray moves its way into her features and the beauty is captured in its simplicity, the most splendid beauty of all. Then, defying the laws of the world, a touch of red spreads through her cheeks. Its the years of love and romance, full of high hopes and dreams. Years that don't last long enough.

Speculation ends the moment that my mind is interrupted with a land mine. Explosions fill the air and large machinations are flying across an open plain. Strange creatures race forward, armed with peculiar swords and casting spells like the fantasy characters of old, and yet there's the splendid touch of science fiction to it. The flying ships, the peculiar dress, a mixture of two genres forming a new genre in and of itself. They blend together and you wonder how they could have ever been two seperate entities, isn't the blended frame more beautiful? It's a new genre, a genre where there are no limitations. Romance is not defined to love, horror is not defined to the monsters, fantasy is not confined to elves and dwarves, and science fiction is not confined to space. No, there are people wearing modern clothes, just touched up to look brighter and cleaner, wearing a sword at their belt. It makes no sense, just another day dream, and yet it fits altogether. Each genre was not a puzzle with unique pieces, each genre was the piece that fits together into a larger frame.

Can you see the Bigger Picture now?

Oh to which way should I turn? I think I have the answer now. So many genres called me down their paths, but I propose a new genre, one that contains the elements of all genres. Call it foolishness or what you may, but it's been my dream to see a more completed picture, not just in my imagination but in the world. I can't control either really, but only what it is that I write. It will be a raw form, all that I have worked for to be a better writer has come down to this. It feels right, it feels like me to be here: one hand secured on reality with the other secured into the idealations of the new and untold. They are not seperate things, they are each part of the whole picture. That's what I see, that's what I want to write. My mind will not be confined to any one narrow field, and I'll not exhaust myself trying to write each narrow field when I can incorporate each field into the large frame. At last, the Bigger Picture is mine to see.

And it's beautiful.