Divergence

roads” And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back”.

From The Road Not Taken, By Robert Frost.

It’s a fearful and wondrous thing how our lives are sometimes nudged by events and the actions of others to put us here.  Take the day and believe in something good.  Give life a chance and let yourself be amazing.

It’s there around the turn.  Just waiting.

Be well,

Lee

Little Steps

When you work on a project like a novel, the trick is to keep coming back to it.  Frequently. Hopefully, every day around the same time.

To do that you have to allow yourself to not be intimidated by the scope of the story or waylaid by some of the things life can throw at you.  And just so you know, the former is not a problem for me.  I actually can stare at a page  (and not type a single word) for a couple of hours as the blood seeps from my brain.  It’s the latter that sometimes stumps my ability to actually put words in a straight line so they make sense in the story.You know, how sometimes you just want to start screaming “Why?Why?Why?Why?”

Always getting no clue.  But that is absolutely how life is.

Sorry, life is not full of answers.  But it does have a way of presenting endless questions.  It sucks, I know.  So if you’re out there wondering “WHY?”, you’re not alone.    There are innumerable hordes of us suckers out there wondering where the truck came from that left us with our hearts and brains oozing out on the street.  Not all of us are trying to write a novel though.  For us its a special problem.  We spend an inordinate amount of time in our skulls anyway.trainwreck

So if you are trying to work on your masterpiece, just realize that tomorrow is another day.  YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS ONE.   This day.  This minute.  Get mindful about right now.  And for the love of God don’t trust your feelings.  The human heart is a lying bastard.  I promise you that’s a universal truth.  Nowhere is it written that you must believe your thoughts (read feelings).  It could be part of the reason you’ve been at 17000 words for the last six weeks.  Believe me I understand.

Sometimes you just gotta pull a David Farragut on that stinkin “Why?” and say “Damn the torpedoes.  Full speed ahead.

And sometimes — it works.

Be well.  Keep at it.

Lee

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Being Broken

Some days we wake up and we’re just not sure of anything. That’s how it feels for me sometimes anyway.
Here’s something that sort of spells it out.  Maybe someone you know can relate.   I think it’s a beautiful song.

Enjoy.

The Longer I Run by Peter Bradley Adams