The creative bug

I write on this blog because, to put it simply, I love to write.  I think about all the illiterate people in the world who miss out on some beautiful literary works of art–and being able to read, to put my thoughts down on paper is a priceless gift which I never take for granted. I found inspiration everywhere, from my childhood experiences to my world travels and military service.  To be a great writer takes patience and fortitude. It also means accepting rejection letters in a way they can motivate you to do better.  Being a writer means having a thick hide, taking constructive criticism not with a grain of salt but as something quite flavorful to chew and create something meaningful.

“For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.”
—Catherine Drinker Bowen

“Plot is people. Human emotions and desires founded on the realities of life, working at cross purposes, getting hotter and fiercer as they strike against each other until finally there’s an explosion—that’s Plot.”
—Leigh Brackett, WD

“I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide.”
—Harper Lee, WD

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people, not characters. A character is a caricature.”
—Ernest Hemingway

 

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Dare to dream

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
Maya Angelou

You must have a passion to write.  Who wants to toil away bleeding their soul upon the very pages a potential reader will one day read….

My love for the written word, ah my imagination, aches for release!!  I cannot explain this desire any other way. I guess one may equate this exquisite obsession to an athlete’s quest for bodily perfection and the perfect timing.

As a budding teen I dutifully plugged away on  my father’s old Remington typewriter (the one with the dual ribbon–red and black)…don’t ask me about the red…and when that antiquated device failed…also wrote longhand–pages and pages of teenage angst, and unrequited love. As Stephen King would say:  ” The most important things are the hardest to say.” But…they must be said!

Flash forward a few years…With the advent of Word and then the laptop, I was in writer’s heaven.

Now my poor laptop is struggling.  The “O” key cover is missing, my backward slash does not work, nor my question mark. To say am hard on modern technology is an understatement.  I need one of those Army field laptops which can take a beating.

A writer writes and this one has so much to tell!

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
Anaïs Nin

 

Through the looking glass…

Live life in the moment.

What does it mean to you?

It means a lot of different things such as venturing outside your comfort zone…and people have varying levels of that comfort I know.

What I might consider an adventure others might regard as unsafe…and yet some will take it a step further and feel that I am being far too conservative.

ME? Conservative? Maybe in some issues. not in all.

Living in the moment is capturing what it—LIFE–means to you…unique to each and every individual.

My life…..ahhhhh my life—–has been chalked full of many such moments…frozen in time as if laid upon a piece of faded Kodak paper.

I can still visualize the years slipping away taking me back to a time maybe forgotten once but somehow…something keeps bringing it all back.

Could be as simple as a song, as divine as a smell, perhaps a word or phrase someone passes along my way.

Anything

And I think………….

I think…………………………

Why did I do that?

What was it for?

Did it change me?

Did it move me—-

—move me to the point where my chosen path in life changed because of that one captured moment?

Yes….yes God to so many things……sometimes it feels like a rush of images, experiences, emotions…almost like watching an old 8mm movie reel of: “This is YOUR Life.”

And you bear witness to your triumphs, mistakes, glories, tears, love, laughter, pain, color, sounds, voices, regret, friendships, travels, sickness, creativity—deaths, goals met….goals lost——advice given and……not taken.

This is your life. Yours…to capture in your hands, heart, soul—to seek in doubt, faith, love-and in the end having the strength to sift through it all and claim what is yours, to acknowledge all that is there—capture all of it…all of it and realize…this is your life.

WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN TO YOU???

I posted this on Facebook thinking about what I will be experiencing this coming year with my partner.  I have come to realize that even though this separation is difficult for me I chose to be with this man and have given my heart to him:

Love isn’t simply a state of mind but a way of living. It isn’t for the weak of heart but strong of spirit. It doesn’t always mean sunshine and rainbows but being there when times are tough. Love is about balance and finding that person who compliments you in each and every way…you draw your strength from them as they do from you. You learn from one other…laugh and cry together. You put your best foot forward but aren’t afraid of showing who you really are. Love is a glorious feeling, not for the faint of heart

What am I worth?

As I travel through time and my once youthful face begins to change will you think of me differently?

As my gait begins to slow, and you turn to see I am not there….will you love me any less?

And as my memories begin to fade and I begin to live in the now….will you learn to forget me too?

The essence of love…

Love is a many splendor thing…it captures our hearts and takes our breath away. It eats the soul….eats at our thoughts….the essence of love captures all the goodness that  makes us humane.  A boiling of the loins–all consuming desire–makes us wonder in amazement…yet in a breath-doubt our own sanity.

Love makes us crazy–creates hope.         

It gives us the inspiration to write,  seek, to risk our lives.

The essence of love is a powerful drug…worthy of sonnets, wars, to die for….to live….the essence of love resides in each and every one of us–you just have to know where to look and remember to well…..to dream.

The capture of a melody

Have you ever listened to a song that spoke to your heart?  Something which measured itself not in the essence of time but feeling.

…And you wish to replay the song over and over again because it reminds you of a lost forgotten moment…one that brings back an emotion. Capturing, freezing everything that happened long ago and it rushes back to you in a millisecond as if it simply just occurred, time being of no importance.

….Time becomes irrelevant.

THE Mirror

Looking at you….perception is distorted.

I don’t know what you are ….years slipping away–is this really me…tired, dark circles, hint of a wrinkle?

Is this really me….eyes unseeing but looking deeper—-I find myself falling.

Falling rapidly inside myself–spanning decades of a lifetime.

Is this really me?

Approaching middle age?                                

If I stare too deep would I lose myself?

In THE Mirror?

A rekindle of the passion

I posted this post a year ago and feel the urge to elaborate more:

 

Tasting life with an essence of splendor.

Giving your heart to someone you love–desire…craving a kiss, touch…a simple look.

What is passion?

You want to breathe in their scent–taste the sweetness of lips–body craving a glimpse of a smile, to hear their laughter–seek the joy.

Passion can fill you–each fiber of your being making you yearn–pressing deeply inside of it–to the point you feel as if your mind, heart, the pulsing of your very blood is consumed by this person…..a sweet torture of senses.

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For passion is a longing….a deeply felt intensity which captures your attention–briefly or for a lifetime.

There is this ache deep within your bones calling out for the other, missing them, their voice, touch, smell and taste.

Passion is a curse!

A disease–

…..or a sweetness abounding…wraps you–enthralls you…an addiction of the senses,  a withdrawal of such agony when the object of your desire is gone.

And passion is also a blessing–a cure for the sadness which embraces this world so bittersweet.

A testament to life, time, what makes us unique………..

What makes us—–

human…..humane.

A couple of poems from my novel

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And I love you

I love you for your smile
The way you make me laugh.
I love the way your voice says
“I love you, my sweetheart.”

I love you for your kindness
The way you make me feel.
I love the way you tell me
“Your smile has made my day.”

I love you for your strength
The way you keep me safe.
I love the way you whisper
“I am with you in all things.”

I love you for your desire
To change a piece of our world.
I love the way you tell me
“I will help you just show me how.”

I love you for your humor,
For the way you make me laugh
I love the many stories you tell
Of “Do you remember when?”

And I love you for who you are
For the way you changed my life.
I love the best the first time you said:
“I love you my sweetheart.”

 

While you are away…

May you always find a smile
Everywhere you go.
May you always know the fact
That I love you so.

May you always be safe
On the roads you will travel.
And may you be in Gods hands
Whenever you face turmoil.

May you always find the road
Less bumpy while you are away.
And when the case may not be,
May you realize you can always
Count on me.

May you always find heart
In the people whom you meet.
So that one’s faith in humanity
Is not lost but instead the key.

May you always find patience,
For sometimes life can be fast.
Acknowledge the children and the old-
For they are our present and our past.

And may you always find hope
In your travels away from me.
Know that I give you all that I am.
And will wait for you patiently.