“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T.E. Lawrence
Those who dream of creating, of dreaming in the day, come up with all sorts of excuses for not acting on the passions that lurk in their hearts. Writer’s block is a common excuse, a common word that most truly describes the terror one feels when faced with negative space, with white pages consisting only of wood pulp and possibilities. So, then, every creator worth their salt will tell you that making something is hard work, that the only thing holding you back is sitting down to the computer and putting words and images and dreams on the page. Continue reading
Hello again readers and writers.
The writing has been going pretty well. I had a few days setback, completely of my own fault for not paying enough time to my writing each day.
Something I have major trouble with is consistency. I have issues getting up at that same time every day, and putting in the effort. After missing that time, whether it be dedicated to writing, working out, or even just waking up, when I miss I come up with bad excuses not to do it for the rest of the day. Now, I could just blame it on my “different” style, trying to pass it off as a good thing, or at least a product of my uniqueness… but that would be disingenuous. The fact is, I need consistency. Writers in general need consistency in order to work as they are meant to work, in order to glean as much creativity out of their fingers as they possibly can. Continue reading
It’s Friday, and I thought this would be the perfect time to start up a weekly link roundup, as well as a possible small post attached. I was reading a post on a new blog I discovered called “Quill Takes Flight,” which reminded me of an old post I made on my blogger account back when I still used it. It’s a post I’m very proud of, mostly because of the excellent pun I created with it. That, of course, after the jump.
Here’s the links:
“Publishing and publishing,” an inspiring post by my good friend Josh about the importance of big P publishing for writers, but also about the dangers of making it one’s main focus.
“Perfect: Good’s Nemesis,” a great post on the previously mentioned “Quill Takes Flight” about the looming (and exciting) 2012 NaNoWriMo competition, and getting one’s proverbial butt moving on a project.
“Out of gas or where do ideas come from?” A quick and excellent read about where ideas come from (duh), and the importance of character.
Finally, a post by the incomparable Taylor Mali, one of my favorite poets, with a very moving and quick poem from Tuesday.
Onto the post after the jump.
My 8th Birthday was one of the best days of my life. Not to say that my life has been lackluster since, but April 15th, 1996 sticks in my mind as one of the best days EVER.
Rocket to Awesometown
I was a typical 8 year old boy. I was in the Third Grade, and it was Gym Class. Our gym teacher was, incidentally, father to the 5th grader that every boy from the 3rd Grade and up had a crush on, even if we didn’t know it yet. Still, Gym class wasn’t really my favorite. We got to play cool games sometimes, but I preferred the wide open spaces of the concrete and grass playground. The soccer field, that weird wooden thing that somebody probably died on, and the big grassy field that I had most of my childhood adventures on were where my mind was, cooped up and sitting in shorts on the cold floor of the gym. That is to say, the jungle gym was my favorite gym. Continue reading