Butterflies and Wasps

They're on my mind. I'm composing something tremendous, and about to take a drastic career step into something new, perhaps dangerous, but exciting. I enjoy what I do tremendously. DC Comics treats me like a king, I am paid well, and the end result of my work is it's own unique reward. I'm happy. But I can't control when ideas come. They show up in my brain and need to be written down, need to be shared, and need to be completed so that I can move on to something else.

But this one has been rattling around in my head for ten years or so, incomplete, but with a few very strong pieces in place. It's my own concept, unlike anything that exists now anywhere, derivative of nothing. It's a ray of positivity, it's about hope and love and remaining pure and a little naive in the face of negativity and evil. A few times, I came close to pursuing it, premature though it was. The characters have names, the locations and situations are there, clear as a bell, but some other questions needed answering, so I put it back down, again and again.

Then something very strange happened. My wife and I had an experience in the temple that directly, and I mean DIRECTLY addressed this half-finished idea. As if to say, "This is what you are to do, and do it NOW." We both knew it then, and though we aren't to discuss it, we both know it now.

Over the past two weeks, the missing pieces have been given to me in dreams, and I understand and have completed the story. I know what it all means, I know what I'm meant to say, and I know why I need to do it. In addition to the creative aspects of this situation, the means by which to do it have also arrived, loudly and plainly. I was worried that a personal project like this would cost my family it's security, that money would be an issue. I shouldn't have worried.

A year and a half from now, it's time to go!

(I probably sound completely crazy, being vague like this. But this is how creativity works. And it's euphoria.)

-Ethan VS