Listen up, class. I know you’re here to learn about the importance of literature in our society, but I feel it’s best to start at the beginning. Stories don’t create themselves, so we’re going to be studying the anatomy of an author.
Authors are mysterious creatures, and we’ve been dissecting them for hundreds of years. No, not with scalpels. The key to their structure lies in their background, educational history, culture, location, and community. Right?
Actually, there is much more to an author. There are pieces of her soul that are carefully hidden from the world. Her body is in a classroom, but her mind is in a small coastal town in New England. She cooks dinner for her family, but she’s dreaming of a Chicago high rise. She takes notes in a morning meeting, but her imagination has constructed a homestead in the Alaskan tundra. She has a keen sense of direction, locating the nearest library or bookstore within minutes, and her mind sees things she may never share with us.
Her body may look like a typical human specimen, but the dictionary lives inside her. She takes the same tired twenty-six letters that you and I use and arranges them into beautiful constructions. Readers’ eyes see letters, while their minds see the images brought to life. Somehow, those words and the images they conjure yield emotions. They produce tears, laughter, fear, and anger.
With those words, she gives us a look at the inner workings of her brain. She describes a local fair, and we can taste the sweet funnel cake as the autumn wind whispers in our ears. She creates cities, towns, and thriving communities, some with strife and discord, others with compassion and understanding. They become as real as the characters themselves.
From her mind grow characters who feel pain and love deeply. They have fears, hopes, dreams, and needs that can only be met and satisfied by other characters created by the same author.
Authors are special creatures who are capable of transporting readers through time. She writes of a colonial port in the eighteenth century, and a reader is alive in the bustle of the crowd. She may have lived over one hundred years ago, but her voice echoes when her words are read, comforting modern women as we realize our emotions are universal, and we are not alone.
The author’s brain is multifaceted and remains a mystery.
Her lungs function much the same as yours or mine, but they also breathe life into stories that once didn’t exist. Writing is like air, as it is necessary for the author to survive. She exhales metaphors and hyperboles. She coughs, and paragraphs are born. She sneezes, and scenes are drawn.
An author must be strong. Her shoulders carry the weight of many stories. A lifetime of secrets, plots, intentions, and expectations are within her. She is burdened by the hateful words of the world, yet she holds her head high and never falters.
Her eyes see things differently as she watches the world. Sometimes, she sees things thousands of miles away or looks back in time. When she’s drifting off to sleep, the images come alive again, making stories she’s been led to tell. A sunset is never just a sunset. A flower is immortalized in her words.
Her bones are strong like the binding of the book, holding everything together. They are breakable but not by words. They are tired and worn, yet reinforced by the One who urges her on.
An author’s arms are open, calling for a reader who needs comfort, peace, or rest. Her arms are a shelter to those she’s never met, and they are strong enough to rebuild the walls others have torn down.
Her hair is generally disheveled, but it seems to be inconsequential to her physical makeup.
The blood of an author runs red, as you would expect, but it is more than cells and platelets. Her veins are rivers of words, touching every inch of her body before they flow into the stories she writes.
Her lips tell tales of kings and queens. Legends are reborn and shaped as love is kindled, again and again. She has no language because the love of words is translated in the heart.
Speaking of the heart, an author’s heart is the root of her being.
An author’s heart is a beautiful thing, but a Christian romance author’s heart is special. There is a calling from the Lord, words spoken into her soul that urge her on. The gift of words that inspire the faith and love of Christ sets her apart from all others. She has a mission–a most important responsibility–to share the glory of the Lord in quiet and private ways.
It may sound like a secret, but that silent transfer of hope is loud. It spreads far and wide because love can’t be contained. It changes us from the inside out. The words may seem tangible, but their meanings are inextinguishable.
So, you see, authors are strange creatures. We’ve called in a team of our finest readers who have agreed to diligently study authors and their works. We trust they will one day be able to explain these fascinating creatures. The future of literature depends on it.
What do you love most about authors?