By Michael Mazzaferri
Will He or Won’t He? The question runs through my mind nearly every day. From the moment I awake to the second I fall asleep, that little green book seems to haunt me. I know my dream will never be realized if I do not open it, but I just cannot make myself reach for the book. And so it continues to just sit there, the world contained within its pages never expanding, never becoming more concrete. I want to show it to the world, but the question remains. Will he or won’t he? It’s more than just my inability to write. It’s more than my lack of motivation. It is also him. Part of why I haven’t returned to that world is in not knowing what he will do next. Until I do, I know there is no point in writing more.
Jonathan Harper is more than just a character to me. He embodies my hopes and dreams. He is the hero. He is the villain. He is the everyday person stuck in between. Yet even knowing as much as I do about him, I still have no grasp of what he wants. That is the crux of the situation. Will he or won’t he? He might, but he might not. How would he react after his wife’s remains are discovered? Will he sink to his knees in despair? Will he deny what is right in front of him, the horror too much to bear? Or might he go on a rampage, finding and killing those who could do such an atrocious thing?
That is my problem. I do not know what Jonathan might do because I do not know what I would do. I have poured so much of my own soul into him that we are very nearly one and the same. Will he or won’t he? Will I or won’t I? Every writer that creates a fictional world wants but one thing. No matter what they say, all they want is clarity. Be it on the laws that govern this existence, or on the secret desires locked within their hearts, they write until they find it. Will he, or won’t he?
Will the writer find the truth he is looking for? But what if that truth is not what he wanted? After all, truth is only a matter of perspective. Humans are fickle creatures after all, only believing what they want to. Destroying anything they don’t like. Will he or won’t he? Today he might, but tomorrow he might not. In my musings I almost forgot about that little green book. Funny since I came upon this subject because of it. As I think, I can’t help but open it and glance through one more time. This book is my life much more than anything else. Simply by glancing through, a person can get a sense of who I am, who I want to be; my beliefs, my denials. This book is me. Do I want to write the next chapter? I know I do, but still I hesitate to reach for a pen. Will he or wont he?
(c) 2009 - Michael "darkfire / candle" Mazzaferri