When the Words Find You

Hey there. I’m Blaise.

I’ve wanted to write a novel since I was thirteen years old. Crazy, eh? That’s when my love of music and words first took flight. In the span of two years, I wrote in between ice hockey, street hockey, hand hockey in the basement, hockey in parking garages and hotel hallways, watching hockey, dreaming about hockey — and yes, you guessed it, the story I wrote was about love…and hockey.

It’s been a few years since those first words filled the spaces between the lines of a hundred now-tattered and worn foolscap pages. But the only thing truly lost in the void between a schoolyard long gone and the piles of wire-bound ramblings that followed, is the raw imagination that youth so freely grants our hearts.

That’s what I’m here to find again. Because the one constant between Little Blaise and the older, slightly dented version typing this now is the dream — the one where these words find you.

Are you out there?

Are these words finding you?