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Thank you for opening up the added lifetime i thought never existed.. Much appreciated.
I’d been having trouble with my computer. The machine, a beautiful MacBook Pro, is only a few years old; but something seemed to have snapped in its shiny, silver brain. No matter what task I set it – opening a program, popping a new tab on my browser, saving a document, loading a web page, etc. – it froze. Whether its paralysis was born of fear or confusion or obstinance, I’ll never know. All I know is that each move I made resulted in the same outcome: the spinning, rainbow pinwheel of death.
At first, I was frustrated. Then, I became furious. I had so much to do and no time to waste. Precious minutes were sucked down that candy-colored vortex as I sat, blood pressure rising, tapping finger tips trying to pierce my wooden desktop.
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She can turn even the faint closet writers to full time authors when you read her weekend editions. Thank you for sharing this Jamie..
Writing is an intrinsically challenging task. To do it well you must corral and harness many different parts of your intellect and spirit. You must learn to manage the diverse elements of your vision, imagination, and craft so that they move in tandem, pulling your story forward. The process requires varying degrees of earned skill, innate intuition, and stubborn stamina.
If, in addition to getting the words on the page, you also hope to have others read those words, you introduce an entirely new layer of complexity to your literary endeavors. In essence, you invite strangers to collaborate in your creative process. Because, make no mistake, crafting your story with a reader in mind (even an as yet unknown reader) changes both the writing experience and its outcome. As Samuel Johnson said, “A writer only begins a book…
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I didn’t exactly wanna see you today,
Not among a million other faces here..
Never dreamt of hearing you speak,
Voice with the melodious chimes of bell..
Our eyes weren’t supposed to meet,
Not even see any longer than a second..
Wasn’t counting on second glances either,
Followed with stares and more of stares..
We seem to be a bit of the odd ones now,
caught between the races of heart and mind..
My eyes never misses to drift apart, your way,
Curves of my smiles, aimless.. bent only to you..
The words your voice authors became my music,
Accumulating bundles and more as you speak..
Seeing you is only what matters to me anymore,
Longing to fall in to your sight,ever and forever..
Wish time d be as longer as when you re not around,
Even more longer now especially when you re around..
I didn’t want to hear a thing to say we cant be together,
For time and again, lets break the odds and live our life.. 😉
You have got to hand it over to the marketing people these days.. A local movie channel strings together a stream of scenes from classic movies to announce a re run of some interesting movies. One such movie was The Shawshank Redemption among other favorites. The commercial starts so..
Andy speaking to Red and a bunch of his small circle of prison inmate friends..
“There’s something inside they cant get to.. that they cant touch.. Thats yours..”
Red follows saying “What are you talking about??” ( with that *you re nuts* face)
Its been a dream of mine to write about this movie. I didn’t want to post a review. Enough people have done already and the movie in my opinion falls in to no particular genre of films. I welcome appreciate and respect all the naysayers, also mentioning “this is My something inside they cant get to..” The commercial was up so frequently that it could annoy the holy munchkins out of you. As each time the commercial was up, i could not miss those lines being told again (and again). Made me start wondering if there is anything at all these days which cant get inside you and not play havoc.
Fast forward to after a few more of the commercials and again.. Andy tells the same thing to Red in the same old classics re run commercial. More and more of the same commercial makes you think like a mad soul. Almost on the lines of an imaginary monkey failing to leave your head when you re told to think of anything else but a brown monkey. My thoughts were whats that inside, Andy was telling about?
We are only but a complex set of high end circuits which are made of blood and organs, skin and nerves. How does something so superlatively scientific coincide with stray thoughts disguised as self or myself, something no one can touch inside, you? Love, freedom , sadness can either be accounted
to changes in chemical levels in our body or some external factor that affects your inside.
As we face this one sided battle manipulating the chemicals or contents in our body; Scars.. emotional and physical appear in due process which finally adds up to the uniqueness of our life. There is a role for the so called inside but we fail to acknowledge or realize something so subtle and powerful. Its the inner you thats the real deal. Remember, preserve and persevere to listen to the inner you.
Spend some time a day with the inner you and charge yourself. Its not like the cell phone battery which drains it out only to be filled again. Its the elixir of your life which is slowly filled.. day by day as you cherish and live through each day. Remember , the whole world is going to the dogs someday or the other. You may not be the exact or the only force to stop it from happening. Honestly it doesnt matter.
But you matter. You are living this whole life , this existence for no one else but you. Blame or point your hands to whomever or whatever that makes you say otherwise. We both know thats so not true. Remember we are the very same species as Beethoven, Shakespeare, Michaelangelo, Da Vinci.. i could bet your sweet munchkins they were listening to their insides creating revolution outside. While those outsiders only depend and hand their fate to the inside listening ones.
So Listen carefully, you may not see this again..
Your life and your choices matter.
Stop being what you dont like
Start living like what you want
Havent you started already??
Slow and baby steps do wonders over time
Charge yourself listening to your insides frequently.. You ll feel the difference. Smile from your hearts. Let the stomach resonate it out too.
Stop not. Fret not.
When was the last time anyone had asked anything about you? The questions to which you didn’t have answers.Question you had never been asked or similar questions which led your thoughts astray and you were stuck, searching for answers.Many a times, you would have tackled these questions by replies you had previously heard from people you know..built something upon it and gave it back to the one posing questions. Only you and I know we have not had closure yet.
Before you think you have figured the answer or guessed what i am going to write, hold your horses!! Let me take you to a week back from now. As careless as i was and have not yet heard about wordpress or any profound knowledge of a blog , Some deeper sense triggered me to jump in and decide for myself if this is my future. (Wish i could find out! The thought of a new blog and the technicalities i need to achieve my goal rattles me at the start right through the end. )
Talking from a week earlier that was, i created and cherished what i read from an astounding person. His words seemed to stumble me in to writing and scratches to comfort that inside itch that existed for long.
Writing what and when you feel like defines how ‘real’ a writer you are.. Thank you Jamie for writing this.
There has been a bit of a kerfuffle around the Internet for the past few weeks. Like drunken participants in a virtual bar brawl, the topics of MFAs and creative exclusion have careened from blog to blog, crashing into our headspace and spilling beer on our reading material. While I’m glad that people are talking about writing (even if they are being a little unruly about it), I’m discouraged that the conversation focuses so heavily on the idea of external validation – of whether or not (and how) someone else can say that you are (or are not) a “real” writer. And, for that matter, what’s with this term “Real” Writer?
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This is something you should read..
A couple of weeks ago, I shared a tally and breakdown of the average number of hours I spend each week on non-writing, marketing-related activities. Though my estimates were rough, the bottom like was that I typically spend between six and eleven hours each week on tasks that range from writing blog posts to posting on social media to meet-and-greets with potential clients.
That’s a lot of hours.
At least, it is in my world.
While I was writing that post (and suddenly realizing just how many hours I actually dedicate to these various pursuits), I began to question what – if anything – I was gaining as a return on the investment of my precious time. After all, time is the most valuable commodity for any writer. It is not something to be squandered. I have often lamented how little time I have to write, and yet here…
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