The Prologue of A Dream.

So, in 2013 I had an idea for something. It has literally gone through so many changes it is almost nothing like the original idea. And probably for the better, considering the original would probably get thrust into the disastrous Young Adult teen novel sections. How you grow, what you read and watch (and in my case, what games you play) can really influence what kind of stories you want to make and how the characters go, especially in age. In this case, really glad that happened. This blog was partially created to convey bits and pieces, maybe even chapters of what I'm trying to create. My lack of ability to draw can really hinder the creative process... but Lord willing I can still do what I wish to do for a career... someday.


I reckon I'll start off by describing some core concepts, some character prototypes, and where this story of mine takes place. One thing that has stayed consistent with my original idea is that this is a science fantasy universe, combining elements of science fiction with dark fantasy. I also always wanted this to be... an Adventure. Elements of other kinds of story genre's are here, drama, thriller, mystery, some rambunctious comedic elements. Maybe down the line a little romantic drivel, but not near the beginning at all. But in the end, tis an Adventure, inspired by ye Hobbits of old.


That said I'll be making this a bit of a series, with this post as the prologue since I am short on time. I shall leave you mainly with a name, which you can obsess over and try to figure out what it will relate to. Or you will forget by the next blog post. Whichever you prefer.


Thank you for possibly joining me on the journey I call, Vessel.

Communication.

Sometimes I wonder just how well we communicate as friends, as people with a draw to fellowship.

I shan't name any of the people I may mention here. But lately I've noticed how poor communication has led to the crippling or near destruction of previously lovely friendships. Why did that occur? Because someone and myself were not on the same ground, and neither addressed one another. Instead there was only a period of stepping away from each other entirely without any grace, only a long stretch of awkwardness and, for me, a troubled spirit.

I love my friends, and I want them to know that. I love how they strive for godliness, to put Jesus at the epicenter of their lives, even if they may stumble, they will march on.

But the experience of the past months has left me in confusion. Why do we not confront each other anymore? Why do we hide away? Why do we bottle up and set out to sea the issues that should be conveyed to our offender?

Why do we not come together as Jesus told us to?


Godbless, Love.

~T.J.H.