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As I Randomly Sign Off on 2012: Transitions

After all, we are the designated driver of our lives.  Put anyone else in the car seat and there’s no telling where you’ll end up–possibly somewhere you don’t want to be.

But first, we have to be willing to navigate.

Change” isn’t so bad.  It’s the fear of removing one’s self from the familiar, from one’s comfy little habitat,  that can become debilitating.

Ever since I embarked upon a transition, I’ve felt more in tune with my TRUE self.

Fix whatever ain’t working.  In the end, you’ll be glad you did.

Go, go, go, go.  Get moving!

How far can you go?  As far as you want to if you’re willing to try.

I am my only restraint”  Remember that, and don’t hold yourself back.

Just because you’re unsure of what the outcome will be doesn’t mean you can’t step out on faith. (“Faith” being the key word)

Keep dreaming, but also work in harmony with your dreams.

Love yourself first and everything else will turn out lovely.

Make it happen.

Nobody can do you like you.

Omg, what have I done?” (This will be the first reaction upon making a major, life-changing decision:-)

Pardon me, but I’m HAPPY now. (And this is the ideal outcome, although it may take a while, after making a huge, life-altering decision)

Question yourself if necessary, but don’t doubt yourself.

Realize that transitions are inevitable. They’ll happen with or without you.

Stand tall, stand firm.

The road gets all twisty sometimes, but you’ll be okay.

Under  no circumstances should one completely burn their bridges.  Might have to cross over em again to get to the next destination.

Void is a life robotically lived.

What’s over yonder?  We’ll never know if we aren’t curious.

Examine where you are at to get where you want to be.

Yearn for something; it makes life worthwhile.

Seize today!

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Your turn:

What major transitions did you face this year?  How did they turn out?  What advice would you give others dealing with a similar situation?  If you had to sum up 2012 in one word what would it be?

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Do share in the comment section.

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Posted in Writerly Advice, Writers I Like

Perhaps I’ll Let You In On A Secret

Psst.  Hey.  You there?

Alright, lean in a little closer. Okay, here we go:

Most times I feel like a writer.  I didn’t say I am.

When I sit down with a pen, a scrap of paper, a keyboard, a screen (with odd scribbles which Thing 2 called “art” created by an eraser), I feel at home.  Perhaps you too have a hobby, something that completes you, calms you, allows you to become one with that part of yourself the world tries to snatch away.  Painting?  Composing?  Tinkering with cars?

Simply put, I am most free and in my element when writing.  And I can’t explain it with words, even though words are my passion.  But here’s the secret:  According to  e-readers and book stores and publishing houses and agents, I’m not a writer; they’ve never heard of me! Well, maybe a few bookstores, but that was a magazine and it was a long time ago.  Does it matter?  Not really.  Because this is what I do.   It is what I was doing long before blogs and huge social networks and the “sharing” frenzy.

Yet, I think there are differences between writing, publishing, and authorship.  Some of my favorite bloggers are writers.  Of course they are! (Duh, they wrote something.)  Have they been published on a grand scale, other than their own blog?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Do I still love their honesty, their humor, and their unique voices.  Of course.  Are they authors?  Depends on how you define that.  I say yes.

Here’s the other secret:  All the how-to’s and do’s get a little overwhelming.  Show, don’t tell.  Okay. Don’t screw up the first five pages; you’ll get trashed–at best, thrown in the stack of slush.  So I’ve heard.  Write about what you know. Got it. What about what you don’t know. Huh?  Now I don’t know what I know.  

See what I mean?

In the end, just write.  If it’s in you, you’ll do it anyway–because you can’t stop; that writer’s itch won’t let you.  Write for you.  For them. (If you want to)  For us.

And now, for a list overdue.  A few blogs/sites I’ve come to enjoy.  I hope they don’t mind.  If they do, they can always email me or comment in the comment box and say, “Hey, take me off there.”

P.S. Because I am technically challenged and have tried to insert to no avail, I will simply list their names and you can take it from there, technical experts.

fornoreason.wordpress.com

upwoods.wordpress.com

trinalynee.com

thoughtsandrainstorms.com

lscotthoughts.com

themiddlestsister.com

And there are many more but we’ll take it slowly.  Even better, check out the blog roll.  If I missed you here, don’t spaz.  I’ll be back.

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Writer’s Police (Writerly Advice for the Wrong)

I hereby take your creative license:

 

Overly Dramatic/Excited Writer

I can’t believe he did this to me!  What am I going to do?!!!

Meandering Writer

See, it all started when he didn’t show up for wedding rehearsal.  I mean, we met in, what, 1996?  Or was it 1998?  Anyway, two days ago he decided he didn’t like his tux.  Then he didn’t like his best man.  Actually, he swung a blow at him two weeks ago, no, that was in January, or some time around the Super Bowl.  He was drunk and livid that his team lost. I don’t remember which team. I haven’t even told you  who “he” is, have I? His name is Brad.  But back to what I was saying about wedding rehearsal….

The Telling You Instead of Showing You Writer

(Of course you could read the above example, but for fun’s sake…)  Susan is angry, and slightly crazy. 

The Grammatically Challenged Writer

It is I who said, just the other night, something ain’t right wit Brad.  He my fiance.  Me and him supposed to be getting married tomorrow but he seems to be missing and I ain’t been able to find him nowheres.

Spell Hazard

This is stoopid.  Brad’s emmbarrassing me on the most impotent day of my life.  

Adverb Abuser

I angrily stomp outside, grab my cellphone, and quickly text Brad.  It is precisely six o’clock. Unfortunately, he’s acting irresponsibly.  Why isn’t he answering my calls.  I try again, more urgently this time. 

The Combo Adverb/Adjective Abuser

The air is hot and humid and dreary and misty and stifling, and I feel scared and used, as though the entire, family-filled sanctuary is laughing secretly, quietly, at me. 

Metaphoric/Analogy Writer

The raindrops slide down the mosaic windows like tear drops from my eyes. I stand alone at the altar like a ship abandoned at sea. I am to pain as knife is to flesh.  I am dead.

 

Your turn.  Give out the tickets:-)

 

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Writerly Advice For the Freestyler

Freestyling makes for a natural feel and is often used in poetry.  I myself prefer  freestyle as opposed to confined, traditional poeming.  However, when it comes to story writing, this method may turn out to be…not so fun.

Sure, initially, the freedom of letting one’s story drive recklessly in the wind, with no destination what-so-ever is cool.  Then, perhaps somewhere down the line, chapter seven or eight maybe, one realizes the entire novel has drifted precariously into No Man’s Land without so much as a road sign leading the way out.

When it comes to writing (anything other than poetry, and sometimes even then)  an outline is a must.  (Unless you want to revise your manuscript 10 or 15 times.   Okay, maybe 30…)

OUTLINE–DON’T START WITHOUT IT 

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Letting Go–Wise Words For The Perfectionist

I think I could remember the opening paragraph in my sleep.  I’ve stripped the entire story down to the point of having to give it back its clothes. (Yes, I often take “bare minimum” and “minimalism” to the extreme)  I’ve read enough Dos and Don’ts articles to identify the major no-no’s: too much telling, too little plot, dialogue that takes over to the point of turning a novel into a screenplay…

So why am I sweating like a kid at his first recital?

Bottom line:  You do ALL that you can; you edit, proofread, draw your characters and shade them in with each revise; you find someone other than your doting Mother and favorite co-worker—preferably a professional—to give their no-holds-bar opinion of what’s good and what stinks in your story.  You revise again.  Then…you let go, because, in the end, that is the whole point. Right?