I NEED INSPIRATION

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Have you ever plopped your tush in the chair, found the keys on the keyboard, and nothing entered your mind? You know what you want to do…write…but your mental and emotional energies are not connecting. Why? Are there problems in your life that need attention before your writing? I know, as this has happened to me. My head says ‘WRITE. WRITE. WRITE.’ but the emotional side is in turmoil. Knowing you should write and not allowing yourself the attention you need to be healthy, will not improve your writing. I’ve tried this and my writing comes back like a stranger playing on the keyboard. The writing is unacceptable, terrible, and the spelling is at a first grader’s level. Still, I keep plugging along hitting the keys until the DELETE KEY is my only salvation. Today, is my day to take care of me and I shut down the computer.
Inspiration is not forced, it is waiting for you to find this part of your writing. Sitting at the keyboard is not the way to go. Get yourself out. Yes, out of the chair, out of the house, and explore an area of town that is unknown to you. Stop in at a coffee shop and watch the special coffee show pets. Imagine this…dogs on leashes sitting beside their owners and not growling at another dog. Or Fluffy sitting in a patron’s lap. No hisses. No claws out. Just a relaxed cat snuggling up to its owner. Each pet is so thrilled to be out on a “date” with their owner and no keyboard around.
I had kept myself glued to the chair, wanting to write, and nothing happening. Getting out and about, I find as a writer, I need to play, live, be with others, and absorb living from everyone.
Get out of the box you made for yourself and visualize your writing  in a new corner of your neighborhood. Take yourself to an afternoon movie and sit wherever you want. Splurge on a box of popcorn and notice the difference in the taste. Take yourself to breakfast. I love the WAFFLE HOUSE. Food is fantastic and you can eat breakfast at any time. Coffee is always fresh and hot. The order language is foreign, but works. I always get what I ordered. Customers and staff are friendly and informative, if you ask questions.
You need to balance your life with whatever you like to do. JUST DO IT! Do not write without checking for the balance and you will see your writing take off. New ideas hit the waves and the creative juices fill your passions for writing. Have fun.
Now, a thank you to all of my readers. Your comments are always welcome, and I would like to hear from you about stories, articles, or what you want to see on my blog. What do you want? I consider this our blog and welcome your suggestions.
On a personal note, I received an invite to a Cancer Survivors’ Celebration, from Piedmont Cancer, for a picnic, parade on the baseball field on Sunday June 12, before the game, and see the Atlanta Braves vs. Chicago Cubs. Will I be there? You bet your dollar I will. It’s been a hard row, but with faith, friends, family, and all the wonderful doctors and staff at Piedmont Cancer, we’ve made the journey.

 

 

SPRING FLING

Okay, I’m a little behind in posting the pics of our SilverSneakers® Spring Fling at the 57th FIGHTERS PATIO.  We had to wait until May 3, 2016 to enjoy our Spring Social due to the liquid sunshine that never seemed to stop.
We celebrated birthdays, and I won’t go into the years, but I will say congratulations to a couple on their 53rd WEDDING ANNIVERSARY at our Spring Fling. And a 63rd WEDDING ANNIVERSARY to a couple who could not be there.
Here are some of the pictures and thanks to all the wonderful smiles.
Sorry if I missed some of you, but will keep adding as we go along.

YOU ARE A GREAT GROUP. And, we will have a chance to celebrate again at the same place only for the Fall Festival.

 

 

 

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STUFF

images_012The other day, I sat at my desk and looked at all the piles, folders, papers papers and decided to make this mess smaller. No, I do not hoard. In fact, I hate clutter and here is all this STUFF covering my desk. Most is junk and I started out with that first. I got caught up in the momentum and the shredder smoked. After the important STUFF appeared, the slow down began.
I’m sure each of you have your own important papers that you file until you get bombarded with life and happenings. This makes for a day of filing instead of just filing. You begin to reread the papers. Oops, maybe this should not be discarded or shredded. And that pile of filing turns into two piles: O.K. to toss and better hang on to this. The piles got smaller and just right to put aside and wait until my head cleared. I’ve gotten paranoid about tossing without considering the taxes and possible deductions.
After years and years of working, you’d think this would be a breeze and no piles should appear on my desk. Nope. The working years gave me a sense of purpose and duty. Now, no one is looking over my shoulder or gives a thought to what is going on, and I slack off. Except, my piles are not mixed, rather everything is in its correct pile, but the piles get bigger and bigger. Ever had this problem?
No more. Today is the day to get back on track and the old saying “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” I can’t handle mess and confusion, so my file drawers get a make over and labeled again. As I sort and replace, there are things I can even shred from here and hesitate. “Either toss, keep or shut up,” I tell myself. My two biggest files are writing and exercise. These are straight. Why? Because these are the dream of my retirement and I keep them close at hand.
Anyway, it was hectic day and well worth the effort. STUFF makes for discontentment of life. STUFF can be anything that clouds your thoughts, fills your file drawers, clogs your brain, or possesses your time. Look, read, important, and then toss or file. Sure makes energy sprout up and stuff disappear.
Now it is time to get on to the next chapter with a clear head.
Happy Writing. Happy Space.  Happy You.

 

Treasures. Where?

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If you hunt for treasures, you know they come in different places. Some of the best are the neighborhood garage sales or yard sales. You drive by and something grabs your attention. The next thing you know, you’ve parked and meandered up the driveway. Maybe this diversion will unblock the sticking point in your story.

As you look around, you see the same things from other garage sales:  clothes, dishes, ornaments, and tables filled with gadgets. Still, something nags at your mind and you continue walking around. Nothing. Then as you start to leave, in a small trash basket is a photo album. For some reason, this makes a special call to your heart and mind. You look at the sticker, 25 cents, and you pay the cashier as you walk out. There is a tingling in your hand as you carry this purchase out to your car. What is in here? You cannot wait to drive home, but sit in the car and open this album. Heartbeats are rapid as you look and see pictures and more pictures from years ago of a family. Your mind registers and you think…stories and more stories.

You hurry home, park, run inside and know you have found many treasures in this old album. But there is a problem…no names, no dates, no hand written information. As you continue through the photos, they are not the same people. Now, you are confused, but excited. You look at faces, landscapes, clothes, and know these are not all from a certain era. The excitement continues as you make notes and search the internet. Nothing comes up that will solve your questions, and you do different searches. Nothing.

You hear a whisper and your muse tells you a secret. “Here is your chance to make these people come alive again. Study each picture and give life to this album. It is your opportunity to celebrate each picture from the past with stories of the future.”

As you begin to study and write, each picture brings to you a sense of family and reality. You continue to write and write and write. All other avenues are closed, only the current street is open for you. Where you stopped on your story is where this story picks up. They are connected and you reach out and touch the album. Where you once felt excitement is now replaced with a respect and solitude for all of the people in the pictures. Your writing is tighter, the warmth you bring to each page is from your heart, and as you continue the pictures smile back at you.

Treasures from the unknown are giving you and your writing a push forward from the past. You keep writing and know that this Garage Sale is one you and each of the people pictured in the album will continue into the future.

Listen to your heart, use your head, and keep your hands on the keyboard or notebook. You, as a writer, make characters come alive and live today.  Keep Writing.

Happy Writing.  Happy You.