Many organizations and businesses have mission statements. Do authors? We believe they do but as much as they write and write, they rarely post the exactness of their mission in this ambiguous world of literary dreams. One day, we decided to write our statement, to place it as a mark upon the why and if and how come of us. Although it is written in first person, it is a collaboration of both our insights and experiences. All without our muckin' about. For once we are serious. Errr, mostly.
Z: You are getting soooo serious.
A: This was your idea.
Z: Oh...well, there are times serious should be balanced against the comic view of our world.
A: Good save.
Z: You think?
A: (Shrugs) Who knows. It's time for coffee with lots of cream. All who agree say, aye!
Z: Aye! (Notices a lot or readers scurrying for their morning java or tea.)
Our Author's Statement
Autumn flashed brilliance over the shore of Lums Pond. Glorious colors of sharp and raw against a sky of mourning. The din was quiescently haunting. A green-necked mallard died, fallen upon a rock. Its chest heaved once then stilled. A dismayed child watched and cried, not understanding the why. The question ripened upon quivering lips, yet remained unspoken. No one explained the why. No one thought to expose truth beyond the platitudes and clichés that rose like bitter medicine spooned.
As the winks of time propelled seconds into years I conspired to create a yawning window upon a scene of possibilities awash in originality; to unfold the tales of mallards, of tides, of stars, honesty, lies, good, evil, magic, myth, the stretch of the universe, and the nadir of the ocean, all in the spirit of John Clarke's line, "A black swan, a white raven." Impossibility morphed to probability. Conformity morphed to distinction. Colorlessness morphed to vivid. All experienced through lexes splayed like watercolor upon a palette, ultimately engulfing the canvas, imagination expressed.
To paraphrase Frost, "I am... an awakener." Trust me, I adore creating a spontaneous laugh, a querying tilt of another's head, stimulating a passionate argument or provoking the pall of a cry.
As a modest elder sprinkled by naivety and enriched by optimism, my proclivity leans toward whimsical fantasy and honest love, the truism of love. "If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate." This ideal encapsulates my vision; it honed by past publishing accomplishments and enriched by melding two talented writers.
Love of both my work and readers coupled with an honest belief that I have something to share allows me to become selfish within my writing, because I am driven by love to give idea gifts. The following quote resonated a truth within me. "There are three things that will endure, faith, hope and love, and the greatest of these is love." I am proud to be driven by love.
Remember that child who watched the mallard die, who stood with questions unanswered? That person became an adult. That child was me.
Now... I am an author.
Do you have a personal mission's statement, a spiritual one, a sentimental one, an artistic one, any sort at all? If so, please share it with us.
We'd love to hear from anyone interested in what we do. Anyone who writes us at angeliahartandzi@yahoo.com and leaves an s-mail address, we will send you a gift and add you to any future mailings
We'd love to hear from anyone interested in what we do. Anyone who writes us at writingteamcw@yahoo.com (Write - Blog Dawn - in subject line) and leaves an s-mail address, we will send you a free ebook (choose erotic or romantic thriller) and add you to any future mailings.
Angelica Hart and Zi ~ Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
www.champagnebooks.com - www.carnalpassions.com - angelicahartandzi.com
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