So many of today's magazines and books on writing focus on the process
of writing, with the subtle message that if your words dazzle and sing,
you will be a success. Too often, they overlook the fact that a writer needs
to have something to say, a message worth printing, a story worth telling.
Even when this is so, there is no guarantee of success, for the "race
is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but time and chance
happen to them all." Nevertheless, we press on. We speak because we
are impelled to speak, write because of an inner necessity. And at night,
on our beds, we dream dreams.
Terrorists Preying began as a dream. The dream became this story's seed
and as I breathed on it the breath of life it grew to become this which
you now hold in your hands.
They say writers would do best to write about what they know. This, however,
touches the very nut of the problem, for how sure are we, really, of that
which we know. From whence comes knowledge and knowing? Who am I? Why am
I here? How do I establish my significance? Terrorists Preying is one man's
struggle with these issues, with these kinds of questions. If this has never
been your struggle, may your joy be full!
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