“In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
“In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
Why/ How do we make choices?
Why do we choose the jobs we do?
Why do we choose certain activity (music, sports, art, dance,) over others?
Why do we choose the friends we have?
Why do we choose our partners?
I feel through my studies of human behavior it comes down to some very simple reasons.
Notice there is no mention of a goal, reward or pleasure. Providing that you have chosen on these points, you will receive the reward that you require.
NPR entry 2011- Top fifty
“Some said the house was haunted… Nothing was ever the same again after that” by A.Dragonblood
“Some people swore that the house was haunted.” 100 E. State St. stood proud yet somewhat decrepit and over grown after years of abandonment. The original owners – a young couple with dreams of a large family- had long abandoned the house. No one ever saw the wife leave after her husband died in a violent storm while chartering a fishing boat one September morn. It is said that she was weeding their beautiful garden one morning with tears in her eye before she disappeared. Though the house was paid for and taxes were mysteriously paid annually, the city had tried to condemn the house. However state standards recorded it stable and fit to live in, so that failed. Investors tried to purchase the grand two story shingled Victorian house with its brilliant covered porch. The idea of a bed and breakfast or a banquet facility in such a large house near the city center was quite appealing; however, after personal inspections it seem that they were frightened off by unexplained sounds like groaning within the walls. So there it stood year after year, paint fading, vines growing through the broken windows.
Michele walked passed the house on her way to school daily. Some of the kids would throw stones at the house, breaking windows and chipping paint. Michele could see the beauty that lay behind the tired façade in the early morning sunlight, and apologized to the house for the actions of the foolish kids. Michele saw a beautiful home with a yard that would be perfect for a play set and a bench wrapped around the huge oak tree. She would often leave a flower from her mother’s small garden in the yard as a gift.
After school one day Michele saw her mother crying. She sat down beside her and asked her what was wrong. Her mother explained that she was carrying twins and this was two more children on top of Michele and her brother, which would be too much for their small house and income. Michele smiled and replied that she had the perfect house for them and it only needed a little work but it was big and probably not much money. She ran off to find her father and tell him that she had a solution. Skeptical, knowing the house that Michele was referring to, he reluctantly agreed to call the city and see about having a closer look. The city clerk agreed to show them the house the next day. As the clerk pulled the vines away on the front door, the door opened apparently by itself. The clerk told them they were on their own, he would stay outside.
Even with the dirt on the floor and banisters the foyer was grand and beautiful; Michele was excited as she ran from room to room. Her parents followed close behind, feeling that the house was becoming brighter. As they continued a scent of lavender seemed to suffuse the air. Michele hugged her parents and declared, “It’s perfect for six of us,” rubbing her mother’s rounded stomach. Her father smiled at his wife, and agreed with Michele. Together they walked back outside and told the clerk they would take it.
“The house papers say that any family that falls in love with the house could have it out right. It is yours- please sign here,” replied the clerk. As they signed the papers the house seemed to transform into what Michele saw every day on her way to school. “Nothing was ever the same again after that.”
NPR put’s on writing competitions a few times a year. How they work is like this, they give you line or two and in 500 -600 words you create a short story. In this case the lines were “Some said the house was haunted, Nothing was the same after that.” Even if you don’t win it is a terrific exercise to challenge your creativity.
Live in your duality
Good and Evil, right and wrong, heroes and villains.
If wisdom blessed us and allows us sight between each
We should marvel in these moments when sense can be made.
Our meaning and existence come into focus
and our reason for living is clear for that moment.
If we can be honest with ourselves and we have sight strong enough to see our own reflection staring back in our eyes and hearts.
We can then witness our duality of life knowing that each of us is capable of good and evil, right and wrong, live in the dark and the light, be the hero and the villain.
Our path can change by the actions we take, the choices we make,
by our love and our hate, by promises broken and kept.
Today I received a few emails on my website from kids excited about the 4th book in the COTO collection coming out soon, one however caught more attention that the others. Here is a piece of it, “so do you know how the story is going to end, is it going to be happy or is everyone going to turn into mirror men?” I responded to this girl by explaining that I don’t really think anyone ever knows how something is going to end exactly. There are always variables in every story just as there is in life itself, though I have an idea of how I want the books to evolve there are necessary changes that may have to be made to play into on going issues. The book I just finished in my collection is a perfect example of a 4 chapter rewrite due to an issue that I didn’t feel was relevant for the story. “I am a visual writer, if I knew how it ended then it wouldn’t be right. It’s a process of discovery for me.” A.Dragonblood
This morning I was on a conference call with a group of writers when someone brought up the horrific shooting in the Sikh temple shooting in Wisconsin a week ago. They expressed a fact that these people should have been expecting this to happen eventually. I was appalled by their comment and quickly reminded this individual that I am not from America and that everyone of us were immigrants at one time or another. Why is it that these peaceful people who are not suing or persecuting America for hate crimes the ones that should have been expecting it? My heart goes out to this community as they wash this horror away, not forgetting no, by cleansing, finding strength and unity within their place of peace and worship. I too have had hate crimes passed on me and my family for difference of opinions but why should immigrants be expecting it?
It is natural for people to stay where they are happy; so why move from your home land? If a person is willing to give up so much i.e. family, friends, homeland they are probably doing it for a reason that only they can understand. In most cases it is for wanting more for their family or civil unrest in their country that will not permit them to move forward. A hope for a better life is not unrealistic dream. They end up in most cases here in North America performing duties and jobs that most of us feel is beneath us, whether in skill or financial flair. They are not always happy with these jobs either but are willing to work up an acceptance latter both socially and creatively.
The true reason most people have an issue with immigrants’ falls into a few thought processes.
Nearly everyone in North America is from somewhere else originally, we are all responsible for this land and if more people find the home that they are looking for here than we should work out the differences on a more humane level. I can guarantee you one thing and that is you will never stop immigration into North America, it is beautiful, peaceful for the most park and a dream compared to terror that many still live with.
I know that I am not the only one out there that tries to take a short cut every now and again. I mean that in every sense of the the phrase. I have jumped over fences to get home faster when I was a kid and landed in dog poop then walked through the house with my shoes on. No short cut there when you have to clean the carpet before bed. I have taken side roads thinking that I would make it around traffic just to find myself lost on a dead end 20 miles out of my way. I have taken diet pills to speed up my metabolism to help lose a few pounds before a special event, only to get serious headaches and upset bowels ending with missing the event completely.
The one thing that I know better to not do is rush through a project that I am working on while I am writing, yet I still do. I have been told time and time again that I bite off more than I should, it is hard when that little voice is telling you that they really need your ideas and it won’t take that much time. The fact is that it always takes more time, more time and more time. There are days when it takes me 4 hours to make my way through phone calls, social media and meetings before I even write the first word of a project and every time I say I can’t keep doing this. Right now I am working on four other projects excluding my own books and stories and guess which ones I take the short cut’s on? Mine!
Here I am thinking that if I blog out loud I may not go down that road again. I want to do things the right way however I am afraid that, just like the hopping fences, wrong turns and diet supplements I will still have a hard time finding enough time focus on the things closes to me. I guess if there is a saving grace factor to all this it would have to be that I always place my wife and son ahead of everything else, even if I am working out some details at 2:45am. Maybe, just maybe someday we will all find that there is more to our enough time issues. Right now I am working on a deadline for Thursday of a re-write on my book of coarse. Smile
This is my first post in wordpress.com and I thought it best to check in and check out the basics. So here I am with nothing much to say but plenty to figure out.