Writing is about leaving the logical mind behind and delving deep into the shadowy darkness of your soul. There, as if floating in limbo, you will find a thought, a concept.
After that, it no longer becomes a thing of choice. You have abandoned your free will, and are shackled to the words which must be brought forth.
Not to write is no longer an option once you have caressed the darkness within your soul. It is more than cathartic. It is life.
When writing poetry, you must delve even farther, to the very place you fear to tread.
Go blindfolded, but know no fear.
It will come.
It demands to be born.
Many years ago, when I was just a small boy gazing in wonder at his first pubic hair, I decided that I was going to become a tramp. I was going to drop out and go to Strathclyde. Why Strathclyde, many asked? God only knows, but every man must have a goal in life. Being an engineer or a pilot didn’t cut it for me. My soul was filled with wanderlust and the need for adventure.
So, after leaving home, I dropped out. I even went to Strathclyde, passing through it in a sleepy haze while being rocked gently to slumber in the passenger seat of an unknown truck.
Since then, I have done many things and seen many places, always following my instincts and trusting in my destiny. I am self taught in many things, a jack of all trades and a master at none, but I’ve always got by. A strong self belief, confidence and my stubborn Ulster will has brought me through many adversities. I try to be the best I can be and often fail, but I continue, nevertheless.
I have been writing since I was that small boy, my mind always wandering. Mainly, it was poems and the occasional short story. Maerlin’s Storm was first written over a decade ago. It wasn’t something I planned to do. I didn’t wake up and say, I am going to be an author; far from it. Like many things in my life, it all started with a dream. The next morning, I wrote a poem about it. Later, the poem became a story. It grew from a small seed and suddenly became a beanstalk. People read it and enjoyed it, but then life became busy again and for many years the story sat, collecting dust.
I tried writing a follow up, but it initially petered out due to other commitments. It would have stayed on the shelf, forgotten, but my wife bought me a kindle. (She may live to regret that moment of madness, but I love her dearly for it.)
Nav Logan is an Irish writer who has spent many of his adult years living as a new-age traveller. This has given him a rich tapestry of experience to draw from when he writes. His books are part of an Epic Fantasy series called The Storm-bringer Saga.