Lemony Snicket's Epiphany

by addisonshay

Lemony Snicket sits in front a roaring fire in his dark library, writing a letter to his dear readers, reflecting upon the birth of his writing. Originally a monologue.

Lemony Snicket's Epiphany

Dear Reader,

You see, dear reader, there are times in life when you are wallowing in self-defeat. When the smallest of duties become tedious tasks. One is slogging through this life, not tasting, not feeling, not doing, but merely taking up space. It is then, in this moment of hopelessness that you must stop, and ask yourself a question; what is it that God has called upon me to do with my life? Well, I was forced to ask myself a question of this nature so many years ago, and the answer appeared to me in a dream-like epiphany. And, alas, I was one of the fortunate, for many have wilted away without fulfilling their true potential. I am afraid, dear reader, I cannot recount for you precisely what was the answer, and yet I do know with utmost certainty it has affected my very soul and utter being. I was a young man then, ignorant of the world, for I was quite lost in the fantasies of this life, utterly blind to the outcries of my true purpose; to write. Incidentally, when the epiphany struck me, I was sitting in this grand and handsome library in which I write to you now, as the heavy gale pounded the windows. With all the strength of a racehorse, I leapt up from my armchair and frantically searched for a paper to write my thoughts. It was then, dear reader, my novel was born, and she manifested into a masterpiece beyond my human imagination, if I may be so arrogant. I write all this to you, dear reader, not to cause you to doubt my sanity, for the line between genius and insanity is a fine one, but in the high hopes you shall benefit greatly from my tale of epiphany and that you, your soul, will endeavor to succeed beyond what is humanly possible.