Whenever I’m at a loss for topics to write about, I simply look out my window. The most intriguing stories, though, are hidden from view.
As the Thanksgiving break approaches, the end of the semester is in sight. I will be traveling next week as students prepare their presentations and final papers.
I confess to not always living up to the aspirations of James Baldwin. Not everything I write has moral intentions.
I am back now, resolved to persevere. The pain stays with me, but in many ways I am recovered and reclaimed.
Write clearly. Obscurity may have its pleasures, but readers want your insight, your experience, your wisdom made plain. They appreciate clarity.
Going out of town today, heading for a brief respite in the Ozarks. Summer still hangs in the air, although small hints of autumn are beginning to appear. I’m looking forward to quiet and writing. [Daily post 060 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨
Writing serves what others say about meditation, slowing the mind, becoming aware of one’s thoughts. It sifts and focuses the rapid-fire distractions of the mind.
Writer’s block is an imaginary obstacle conjured by an anxious, insecure, fearful ego. Its best antidote is writing.
The metaphor of composting works for more than writing. From the compost we spread on barren grounds to the fruits we enjoy and share with others, every small exertion somehow bears fruit.
Creativity is never procrastination. Our time in this world is a lived poem.