Worlds Within Worlds is the working title of a series of metaphysically inclined writings that are shaping themselves into a story without my conscious direction. These are essentially unedited first drafts that I have made no attempt to shape. The idea is to let creativity flow as it wishes. Please comment on whatever aspect you would like.
An introduction to the series and a list of the posts in order (should you wish to begin at the beginning) is on the Writer’s World page. Click here for the previous offerings in reverse order.
Today, Prunella Smith comments on the fantasy novel she is in the process of editing.
I sense countless
Worlds Within Worlds #4
Hmmm. Not too bad. The author has me interested at least. And the prose is acceptable. This job shouldn’t be too difficult.
I wonder about this world I glimpse through the words on my computer screen, like a world within a world within my world. How real is it with its talk of swords and magic? Undoubtedly, it exists within the mind of the author, and her words are a gateway for others to enter. Kelee is real to me already. I know not only her age and how she looks, but also what concerns her. Though she is mere symbols on a screen I have connected with her as a real being. I feel as if she exists somewhere.
I turn my head and gaze though the window beside my desk. Clouds roll in from the south, narrowing my view of the blue sky above the tree tops. Beneath the stately eucalypts spreads our vege garden, once so vibrant but suffering now from the same back that makes me suffer and forces me to curtail my gardening. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. The veil parts once more, revealing the luminous basis of our world. Tension I didn’t know was there eases from my neck and shoulders and thoughts flee with my breath, leaving pure awareness.
There is so much more in the world than what we perceive with our five senses.
Pure awareness – perhaps that is the sixth sense – has no limitations; in this state everything exists, the tangible and the intangible together. The world beyond the veil is vast enough to hold all the riches of human imagination. I sense countless worlds, though I cannot see or touch any but my own, but I feel that if I could just shift the frequency to which my mind is tuned, I could enter another. Kelee’s world is out there somewhere, or perhaps I should say, in here somewhere. How could it possibly not exist somewhere when the author has sensed it so clearly. Did she create it with her imagination, or did her imagination allow her to find Kelee and her world?
Sometimes, I think too much.
I turn my attention back to my desk, keeping the veil open. The polished wood gleams at me through the gaps between the papers strewn across it. I sit taller in my ergonomic office chair, I bet Kelee doesn’t have anything other than a cushion to soften the solid wooden chair she would be sitting on at her desk within the granite walls of the Menhir library. I imagine a patterned rug on the flagstone floor, its colours muted with age, and rows of books in shelves reaching to the ceiling, each novel a world within that world within my world. But that is the author’s world, how can I imagine what is there? Is the world of my imagination the same as her world, or do I create another world with my extrapolations from the glimpses she gives me. If every reader creates a new world, then from this one story arises a world for every reader. Somehow it is easier for me to believe that this world already exists and the author’s words are the portal to take us there.
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