I am deeply touched by (mostly) all the comments on yesterday’s post, Breaking The Pattern. I feel as though I should do something to express my gratitude. The best I have to offer is my writing. I’d like to share the opening paragraphs — albeit unedited and in draft form —from the book I’m currently authoring.Before sharing this, however, I’d like to hear your ideas for the book’s title. Right now I am tentatively calling it Our Turn to Cry. I admit, I like the sound of it and stole it from a highly popular post I wrote in October 2013, Her Turn to Cry: I Want The Old Ryan Back. I’m really proud of this article and hope you take the chance to read it (or re-read it). That post has also guided me as the book develops.
I’m taking an approach to writing this that was inspired from a book I (and Ryan) read when he was in Middle School. It is called The Killer Angels (by Michael Shaara). It is a historical novel of the Civil War, but Shaara added fictional dialogue between real participants. This was brought to the silver screen as the movie Gettysburg.
In The Killer Angels style, mine will be told in Ryan’s voice… at least as how I believe he would tell it.
Again, this is unedited. Truth be told, I haven’t looked at it in probably a year since I wrote it. As I re-read it I can see it needs work, but it should give you an idea of where I heading. I’m letting him speak to me to write his story.
Chapter 1: The World Stopped.
All elements of physics were suddenly frozen… motionless, still, and silent for a flash in time. An instance that seemed to last an eternity.
There was the noticeable absence of existence, this I remember clearly. No smells. No sounds. No light. No feeling. No thought. No emotion. Everything became nothing, as if God had turned His back on His creation. I’m sure it’s different for others, but this is how it felt for me to die. I, literally, didn’t know what — or who — hit me. No one expected it, especially myself.
For the life of me, I can’t understand the death of me.
In an eruption, every particle in the universe came back to life. I found myself in what I can only describe as limbo. Physically trapped in the carnal world that hurt in every cell in my body. Consciously thrust into the spiritual realm where I wasn’t yet quite welcomed.
I was, simultaneously, straddling heaven and earth, so you’ll need to excuse me if I was confused.
Truth be told, I still am. I catch glimpses of things but can’t discern where I am in time and space… what is this eternity that I might, or might not, find myself in now?
If you’ll beg my pardon for my bluntness in introducing myself, well, that would be greatly appreciated. Allow me to give it another try. You might remember me as the all-American boy, but that has all changed. You see, I’m in a deep coma… a place teetering between all I’ve known and all of what will become.
Hi, my name is Ryan Diviney.
This is my story.
There you have it.