5–The Queen of Eyeworld

There was a package from someone—someone my mom knew, from Argentina probably. I didn’t remember who it was, but I saw the brown, paper box there. My mother opened it, de-coating the prize inside. She pulled out the treasure—it was a blue CD with a drawing of some elvish city built on what looked like a mountain—turned upside down—ascending into sky.

16. Sometimes, I feel frustrated with my writing. I text my best friend and send him portions of my book, and he comments. My book always evolves with me—when I was 12, it was about 12-year-old things: adventures and wonder and insecurity. When I grew older, it became about finding yourself in the midst of all the temptation and voices around you—it was fragmented. I was asking questions about the nature of love itself. The Wise Man had to remind me that I was the Super Love Man and that love involved pain. Now, my book is about friendship.

Immediately, I popped in the disc and grabbed my dancing ribbons from the closet—they were actually my sisters, but I was the youngest dancer in the house, so naturally I stole them whenever I wanted to. One was pink, the other a light shade of blue. I waved them in the sky in front of me, as a song played from the new CD: “The Queen of Iowa” by Andrew Peterson. I was mesmerized immediately—the music was strange, and as I was only five, I thought it was talking about a different world: the Queen of Eyeworld. Perhaps, somewhere, maybe in Pennsylvania, there was a man with an eye that was actually a world of microscopic creatures?

10. We were visiting my sister’s friends in Canada, and we stopped for a short ride to the a thousand islands. It was beautiful—There were tall castles standing on those islands. Not much room for more. But I had never seen a castle before—and something deep inside told me I had to write about them. I couldn’t let them die in memory. So I started writing. I wrote allegory at first—something about Esther. Something very similar to, though not at all as good, as what I was reading. Then I wrote other things too. A ten-year-old’s version of sci-fi. Realism. I always wrote poetry. But that day, when we were riding between the islands, I stared at the greenness and the sky and those tall buildings, with stories in my head.

I spun and spun in a flurry of ribbons and bounced up and down with all my 5-year-old energy. I was already out of breath, but I wanted to hear the end of this. This Queen: she must be tall and beautiful. And she began it—from then on, all the time, I was playing in a world of immense imagination that I wouldn’t give up for the real world. I was the Super Love Man. My stuffed animal dog that I squished to death a million times was the Super Love Dog. We fought for justice. We had great adventures. I had an imaginary wife. And I so wished that my animals would come alive, even though somehow, they were alive to me. I gave Brownie, my stuffed dog, away because I was afraid I was making an idol of him.

12. I was 12 before I got the opportunity. I was mad. I had been sledding—no. I had been falling, trying to sled with the big kids, and I was frustrated. I went into my sister’s room and talked to her and her husband. There was no one who could understand me. I was alone in the world, a brave soul between childhood and adulthood. I didn’t understand about being a teenager. I didn’t see that in a moment I would be talking about a world I had created when I was 5 that I had tried to let go but couldn’t. I talked about giants and when my wife had died and I had re-married. I talked about my childhood inside my childhood—I had been an orphan taken in finally by the family of my first wife: Wendy, named after the restaurant. It was her restaurant.

My brother-in-law listened. He was a writer. He said he would help me write a book.


About Jason Zimmerman

Jason Zimmerman is a 16-year-old passionate about serving God through writing and drama and loves embarking in strong God-honoring relationships with other believers. He is currently working on a young adult novel entitled Thrush Call. He is also part of a Christian dance studio. One of his all-time favorite books is The Giver by Lois Lowry, but he’s always open to new reading possibilities. He aims to obey God with his whole heart and can’t wait for all things to be made new when Christ returns.
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5 Responses to 5–The Queen of Eyeworld

  1. Elle says:

    Wow the nonlinear aspect of this is so good. o.o (along with the other aspects as well) And you listen to Andrew Peterson too? =D

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  2. Jason says:

    Hey Elle, thanks for reading! Yeah, I do listen to Andrew Peterson occasionally. His lyrics are pretty great! He also inspired the book I’m currently writing (as hopefully you could tell from my essay.)

    Anyways, thanks for reading! What kind of things do you like to write?

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  3. Elle says:

    Ahh that’s so awesome. AP’s definitely my favorite musical artist, and his books are great too.
    And this is a bit awkward, but I’m actually Rebekah from CCW. XD

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  4. Jason says:

    Lol! That’s totally funny. How did you find my blog? Btw. from what I’ve read, your writing is really good.

    Have you done any other TPS classes?

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  5. Rebekah Elle says:

    You were in a CW class with one of my friends, so I found you through her blog. *nod*
    Oh yes, I have. English 2 – 4, Chinese 1 – 3, and Poetry Survey and Poetry Through Lyrics. Plus College Psychology that I’m taking this year along with CCW. How about you?


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