Welcome to My Blog!
A Little Bit About Me. And Magic.
And also, Welcome to my blog.
Hi. I’m C.M. Ritter, and I have a LOT of hobbies — all of which, I plan to talk about here. Today though, I just want to focus on one aspect of myself — what is likely the most important aspect about me — I hope to become a master of illustration and storytelling.
Now, although I do show a small knack for the arts, you will soon come to know that I am not the most gifted writer in the world, and the same can be said for my illustration skills, sadly.
Even now, knowing full and well, the gravity of the burden I am setting upon myself by creating this online presence, and broadcasting what is undoubtedly, a lofty, grandiose, and utterly unrealistic dream of becoming a prolific writer, I should admit, I have so many ideas, and so little skill yet developed, that I scarcely know where to begin.
I guess I should start by sharing a harsh truth. I am a mediocre person. I lead a mediocre life. I am a mediocre artist. And a mediocre writer. There is no obvious reason for me to think I am anyone special, or that I have anything particularly special to share… Other than the fact that I wholeheartedly believe that there is magic in the world… and I believe that magic is worth writing about.
“... I wholeheartedly believe that there is magic in the world... and I believe that magic is worth writing about.”
The thing I love most about magic is that if you look for it, you will find that it is in everything — within us, and outside of us — it forms the dirt beneath our feet, the dust clouds stretching out to the farthest depths of the cosmos, everything in between, and all things beyond that of which we can’t even comprehend.
But as much as it is everywhere, it is also elusive. Magic is a wild horse — a horse many seek to harness, and few ever truly do.
Creatively speaking, a lucky handful of us, gifted by grace alone, possess the preternatural ability to tame that magic — to embody it and shine it out like beacons and bright twinkling lights in skies of darkness — geniuses and masters of productivity, who somehow produce as if from a flowing fountain. (Mozart, and Beethoven, Shakespeare, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, modern writers like Tyler Perry, Stephen King, Isaac Asimov, and Agatha Christie, even entrepreneurs like Elon Musk come to mind.)
These precious few, have somehow stumbled upon a skillset that seems to place them apart from the rest of humanity. They are the riders of magic.
While the rest of us can only stand in awe of its beauty, all but imagining what it must be like to ride that wild creature, they seem to race along side the magic hand in hand. This is not only apparent by their constant brew of ideas, but by their profound love affair with the conception and achievement of those ideas — a testament to their solidarity with magic, and the miracles that magic may bring.
Maybe by sheer belief in it, I am privy to this magic in a way that those around me aren’t, but to me that’s neither here nor there, because whether I believe it exists or not, I don’t live my life riding wild horses or magic, at least not today, I don’t.
Today, I am an ordinary person, just like anyone else. Nothing exemplary. Nothing beyond mediocrity. I am not a rider of magic, and I may never be.
What little magic I do possess, is currently nothing more than a small collection of beautiful ideas, (beautiful to me, at least…) that I happen to thus far, be completely inept at sharing.
But as of today, there is at least one thing that begins to set me apart…
Today, I have a blog.
Today, I have an outlet for all the creativity I have never truly shared. I have a place to spread my wings… as a writer, as an artist, as a student of life, and creator of all the wildest imaginings my brain can think up.
Today, I have an official platform from which to stand on — to begin from, to grow out from, to bear fruit from.
What tomorrow holds, only God knows… but I think I’m starting to get it now.
