Eye Stab

To glance at the distance of the future appears to become more and more unnerving as it moves forward, faster and faster beyond our control. Attempting to make the most of my time and trying to write my damn book becomes more elusive as I realize I don't have some of the skills an savant grade writer has; however, giving in now is to despise the gift I am granted with since my cursed birth. Origins, we all have an origin in which we started our careers as half-insane word warriors but my story is a tad bit "different" since I began my career as a writer during an anger management session when I was only 10 years old which I only used as a vent for most of my emotional trauma. My counselors name was Mr. John and it was he who began to see that I was at my best with a pen and paper at hand plus a few tunes to go with it since my ADD always kept me from staying on track with the rest of the so-called "problem kids" which he saw that I had a gift that should be utilized and never ignored. We began to meet after the sessions at our home and he started to teach me some of the most valuable lessons I learned as a writer; but the most important lesson I learned was the Eye Stab technique. Being a master of English and creative writing he told me that all writing that was and ever will be all had one particular trait that set itself apart from all pieces of literature and that technique is called the Eye Stab. As gruesome as it sounds it means writing that impacts the reader emotionally, physically, and spiritually and when the reader glances at the page it "stabs" them right in the iris and they can't get their attention away from the page. Being the child I was at the time, I asked him how you can do this little trick. Mr. John smiled and took two objects which consisted of a plain stone and a small glass orb he carried with him at all times.
"Tell me, Michael, of these two stones which one do you think is the most beautiful?"
Gazing at both objects, I picked the glass orb over the stone and Mr. John gave a laugh and warmly stated that the plain old rock was by far the most beautiful. I asked him why and he put one hand on my shoulder and took a rock pick and cut the old stone in two that revealed the most beautiful thing I have never seen before. Inside the old stone was an endless array of purple, gold, and red crystals laced intricately from the center and almost to the outside. Mesmerized by this sight Mr. John looked in my eyes and continued.
"Most writers out there are only concerned on whats on the outside rather than whats on the inside of someone. Some writers are more concerned about whats going on around them and what they desire for themselves to be happy rather than what makes the reader happy. Eye Stabbing does not concern what lies outside the writer such as money, fame, and maybe even women which you will understand when you are older, Michael. True writers, like this old stone, write straight from their hearts for the whole world to see the ultimate beauty that lies within their soul. These are the true writers and these writers not only catch the readers attention but they also connect with them on a very personal level. Eye Stabbing is just the same thing, an intimate connection between the writer and reader."
Mr. John gave me the stone to remind me of that day and even though I lost half of it, a small piece of the beautiful gem always stays near my writing desk to remind me of that eternal lesson that stories from the heart are the stories that are destined to become immortal. Remember this my writing friends, write from the heart and soul. Always!