When the Prophet Writes Fiction

There is only one purpose: to reveal God’s truth.
I’m not aspiring to be a great writer. I write because I can’t avoid it.
I can’t explain where the stories come from, nor how they get into my head. It’s something beyond the conscious realm of my mind. Lots of stories run through my head, all day, every day. Some of them are simply dialog; some come clothed in much bigger backgrounds. The part I contribute is using words to bring the story out where you can read it, and maybe catch some portion of what drives me from that invisible inner space.
The stories write themselves in the sense I don’t work that hard on them. Out of all the silly threads running in my head, some of them grow so thick I have to tell them or it will actually do some damage. Telling the story makes it easier to handle, makes it manageable. I have too much going on in meat space to allow something like that to consume too many resources; they will do that if not told. I’m crazy enough without making it worse by such obviously stupid choices.
If you don’t like the story, don’t read it. It’s fine if you have a criticism; I may be able to do something about it. But don’t count on it. Sometimes it’s a fundamental element you don’t like and I can’t change it. Some elements come as a package deal, you see. The story ends when the fountain stops flowing, not where you want it to end. I’m not crafting much of these stories, though sometimes I have to add some embellishments because the real core thread simply does not translate well. I have limited permission to edit the script, but I’m not the actual source. The stories seem to have an existence independent of me. Some part of me captures them from that hidden space, a stream of communication rushing past in a torrent wider than the solar system.
Because I am flawed as the receiver, it can come out in my writing rather garbled. Sorry about that. Make of it what you can, or just shake your head and forget it. I’ll smile if you tell me you liked it, but I won’t cry if you hated it. Even your hating it may have some good purpose neither of us understands. Meanwhile, I can not predict consistently how or when they will come. A part of me I could hardly control participates in that torrent and my conscious mind is doing its best to serve, not run the show.
That should make things clear as mud.