I have a confession to make.
It’s kind of (really) embarrassing, but I just wanted to put it out there.
I like….I mean, LOVE fan fiction.
Fan fiction (noun): written by a fan of and featuring characters from a particular TV show, movie etc. …
It started slowly, with Vampire Diaries and lead into Hart of Dixe with a smattering of Criminal Minds and now I’m full blown into the Mindy Project. I don’t read every single one and I can usually tell within a paragraph if I am going to read the whole thing. It normally has less to do with story and more to do with grammar and spelling.
I love reading stories and stories that are focused around characters I already love? Even better.
Let me tell you there are some talented people out there, some crazy storytellers. I myself have never really dabbled in it (she says as she remembers college and stories written based on a red headed pop star) mainly because I suck at dialogue and my creative mind doesn’t normally work that way.
For some fan fiction is a way to see two characters actually end up together and to “right a wrong” the writers did by not having them end up together in the first place (klaus and Caroline-am I right?) and for others it is a home to take already created characters and twist them into something new (ladies and gentleman I give you the fan fiction that made millions of dollars off of the characters Edward and Bella- fifty shades of grey).
Fanfction is the ability to create a universe for yourself.
It’s creating something out of bits and pieces of something already created.
Really, if I get down to thinking about it- it’s kind of how I feel about my life.
I’ve already been created. My story has already been written.
And then God said, “create!”
But wait haven’t you already done that? Haven’t you already created? Shouldn’t I….
And God said, “create!”
Here is what baffles me about that. God didn’t create us out of something already created. He didn’t add on. He didn’t take characters someone else had formed.
He created us, formed us- out of NOTHING.
WITH HIS WORDS.
How do you even live in the same realm of creating when God himself the creator of creation is the one who tells you to create?
It’s hard for me to grasp that I create with words. Sometimes I don’t like to place my writing into a form of creating. God used words and BOOM universe.
A song lyric from my friend Allan’s song entitled “song of inheritance” punches me in the face every time I hear it
So scream out what you want and from chaos create because he gave you HIS voice and it’s filled with HIS power
Woof. I’v read, referenced and listened to this line hundreds of times. And yet it still gets me right in the knower when I think of what God created with words.
And I- whether I choose to believe it or not- create with words.
What’s really stopping me?
Because this parallel terrifies me.
Now let’s hit the brakes for a second. I’m not saying I can create exactly like God and abracadabra here’s another universe.
What I am saying is if I took the power that God has nestled in his pinky toe and used that to create what could I do?
We are ALL creators. All people have the ability to create something lovely, beautiful and God-breathed.
So why the heck don’t we?
Why the heck don’t I?
Why do I allow the silence around me not to be filled?
Maybe because I don’t necessarily know how to use that power.
I’m working on it. Figuring it out. Delving into the mystery that is creating things, making things alive with words.
That power was awakened in me in full force last summer amidst the unrelenting Mijas heat. It was nurtured with a some shabbas and a tough cookie or two.
This creative power, these words bubbling up inside of me are ones of which I want more.
I don’t know what I am going to create but I am.
So why don’t you?
Why don’t you find that thing that one thing where the power of God’s pinky toe is nestled in you and use it to create lovely and raw and life giving and changing all in the same breathe.
(And yes, I will also still be reading fan fiction because I need to know what happens in 60 years when Bonnie dies and Elena wakes up and I need 200 different versions of Mindy and Danny’s life after baby)