The Soaring Heights of Living in the Writing Realm

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Do you know that feeling you get when you’re in the zone? You’ve stepped inside your main character’s world and swam through its tumultuous and rhythmic waves, quenching your thirst in the emotions and conflicts, joys and discoveries of your characters.

Your fingers agilely stamp the keys, and the words soar across the page like a plane boasting its fluttering banner streaking through a clear, azure sky.

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Ideas, colors, imagination, romance, twists, banter, sensations, explosive climaxes, and redemptive resolutions fall like confetti inside your depthless mind. You sweep them all into a bundle of joy and sprinkle them on the white pages on your story.

Nothing outside this make believe world exists while you’re in the zone.  You saver this moment of complete dedication, imagination, and concentration.  Little more than a nuclear bomb could shake you out of this realm.

But when you emerge smiling, mind clear as glass and heart swelled twice its size, you know writing fiction is your destiny.

Capture this moment again and again by reading over your work in progress’s chapters. It fuels the creative flame inside of you.

 

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Bogged Down in the Mechanics and Rules of Writing?

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Do you feel like all the writing rules are killing your creativity and ability to write?  If so, this blog post by Lauren Sapala is a must read:

 

STUCK WITH YOUR STORY? WHY YOU KEEP HITTING WALLS AND DEAD ENDS IN YOUR WRITING

For the longest time I had major problems doing revisions on my writing. It seemed so easy for everyone else. Why was it so hard for me? Of course, I also had trouble writing. I hardly ever experienced that state of “effortless flow” everyone talked about, in which the words just magically spewed out of me down onto the page. For years—a lot  of years—I felt like something was wrong with me. I felt like I was a failure as a writer.

Then, I discovered something.

It wasn’t that there was something wrong with me, it was that the way I approached my writing was all wrong. Traditional writing wisdom set out a bunch of rules that didn’t help me, that I knew. But what I didn’t realize was that traditional writing wisdom had also implanted a mindset within me that was completely distorted, a skewed perspective that didn’t fit at all into my personal growth as an artist.

For the rest, go here.

 

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Forgotten Peace

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Forgotten Peace

 

After the attack in September,

At the beginning of the century, remember,

 

Rage, sorrow, shock gripped all,

Our leaders swore vengeance that fall.

 

A hunt for the guilty and countries harboring them,

All this discovered within hours of the mayhem.

 

All aircraft grounded that day,

But the bin Laden family jetted away.

 

Our troops sent to Afghanistan,

Tracking bin Laden and Taliban,

 

Followed by invasion, war in Iraq,

later realized WMD story not fact.

 

Destroyed, lost lives and land,

By our leaders’ hands.

 

Yet Saudi Arabia, country where terrorists were harbored?

Overlooked, excused, forgotten, ignored.

 

Years later, Libya’s harsh leader killed,

The fledgling democracy, gold currency stilled,

 

Replaced by sex slavery and despair,

For which our leaders don’t care.

 

In Syria, we armed the same September killers,

Morphing into “moderate rebels” for army fillers.

 

Now, we’re arming Saudi Arabia, got their back,

The producer of the September attack,

 

Bombing, murdering hundreds of civilians,

Many of which are children.

 

Seventeen years of killing, destruction, obliteration.

For what? We ask in contemplation.

 

Profits, Resources,

Through our forces.

 

If our government cared and respected life,

it wouldn’t be invading, causing bloody strife.

 

Using billions of dollars on bombs, weapons, war,

In lieu of healthcare, jobs, green energy to soar.

 

PEACE is no longer a word or actions.

Only GREED, POWER, and FACTIONS.

 

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*I’m far from a poet.  I don’t usually write poetry but felt compelled to write this.