There comes a moment in every person's life when an epiphany is in order. Some have small epiphany's concerning things such as how to solve a meal plan dilemma, and some have epiphany's which could almost definitely classify as a serious problem to keep an eye on on the richter scale.
Some are even lucky enough to have multiple epiphany's, and these folk are often classified under the, 'artsy' category of earth's inhabitants. Perhaps the most frequent, 'epiphanizers'--if you will--are author's and writers and the like. A good author will tend to have an epiphany every day, or possibly even more depending on the amount of time spent observing life versus the amount of time actually spent composing works of fiction.
These particular writers will often interpret their own epiphany's and beliefs into the numerous characters of their stories, and the genius behind the epiphany will be discredited by the readers to a fictional character which wouldn't possess the ability to breathe had it not been for the author.
This sort of situation occurs all too frequently, and many famous authors spend so much time trying to be recognized as the source of their many character's epiphany's and mindsets, that they eventually give up and decide to become alcoholics for the rest of their epiphany-filled lives. Though, it should be noted that the epiphany's become less and less frequent as the authors spend more and more time being inebriated than being anything at all.
Young, unpublished and unnoticed authors as myself, however, have not yet run into any such problems, and have the chance to be recognized for their epiphinatic--again, if you will--deeds before being betrayed by their loveable characters. It is in the composing of this piece that I wish to convey a recent epiphany of mine without having the glory snatched from me by the very characters I nurtured to life.
I was going over and revising one of my as-of-yet-unpublished novels for the trillionth time(this is something authors enjoy doing to pass away the moments of not yet being published. It's very silly but it works, and sometimes can even improve the original story), when I was struck with a sudden idea--no, this is not the epiphany--for a sub-plot in the sub-plot of my story's sub-plot. I furiously began to tap away at my keyboard, letting the idea pour out onto the screen before me.
After several moments I stopped, stared blankly at the screen before me, blinked twice, selected the paragraph I had just completed and hit the wonderful, 'delete' button on my keyboard with no remorse whatsoever, sending the sub-sub-sub-plot idea screaming away to the depths of idea's hell(sometimes referred to as writer's block, depending on the situation).
I slowly placed my hands behind my head and leant back in my chair. I had not blinked since the last two times, and my eyes were beginning to sting, so I decided to blink because it seemed like a good idea. It was, and I've continued blinking regularly since.
But I digress. The epiphany was that my own creativity had contradicted my own creativity, and that this was indeed possible. I'm sure if you go back and read you'll be able to make sense of this. I'm feeling far too lazy to explain in detail, and I could quite definitely go for a glass of whiskey at the moment.
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