A few posts back I mentioned that I was attending a Halloween costume party as a jester. I felt that this jester was named Julian.
There have only been a few times in my writing (be it songs or stories) where I have felt like I was a vessel, like the story came to me and LET me write it. It is strange and liberating to talk with these characters and, yes, sometimes hear them.
The newest one is Julian and I plan to start writing a song and short story, "Julian, the Jester's Gesture" along with a few other children's stories, next year.
This picture is NOT Julian, it is merely me dressed as Julian and the motivation that started the muse and the real jester to enter my psyche of fiction.
The more I create, write songs, tell stories, the more I really question what we know about reality. Is there a line that can be crossed where the characters are real? Not in the way that we are with a circulatory system and all that, but where these characters (be they Julian, my beloved praying mantis named Marlee, Jarryd and Noki, or the creative Harry Potter, the brooding and sexy Edward Cullen) are ALIVE in a place that is where the real beauty lies, that being the heart, the soul, the imagination.
It is my favourite destination. It is the place that makes sense right now. This storytelling is a new passion whose only equivalent is singing. Not since I started using my voice to communicate through musical passages have I been this free, this alive...
Now I have found a new passage, a new sanctuary.
I hope to share them with the world soon.
Dustin
(The picture includes my dear friend, Regi dressed as a Playboy bunny. As of now, I do not think that she will be appearing in the Julian story, but one never knows...)
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