Finally I am doing something about my writing….
I’ve started an online specialization course in Creative Writing from Wesleyan University which runs for about 6 months. We are in the 2nd week, but I can still go at my own pace as long as the assignments are in by the due dates.
For me this is the most suitable option as I don’t have to travel for 90 minutes – and late at night – to the closest college around. Or get into 1000’s of pounds worth of debt going to Uni for a degree. Not only that, there is very little choice of what specifically you want to study, the Creative Writing degrees contain many elements that are of no interest.
No, studying this way is perfect for me…. And finding an appropriate course has been a long time coming – I believe I wrote about this subject over 6 – 12 months ago. So, yes, it’s taken a while. But finally! I have found the ideal course! (there’s a ‘moral of the story’ in that: never give up on what you want )
So I’m all happy and all excited and feeling very fortunate to have finally found something where I actually learn some things in what I like doing. And it feels right, I know I’m going to complete it – the course content is too valuable not to.
So, hopefully my confidence and self-belief will grow and I become more proficient and better as a writer!
Have a great rest of weekend guys and Thanks for reading!
I’ve been crippled with writer’s block again and I now am aware that there are underlying factors which are fuelling this latest bout. The main underlying root issues are insecurity, self-doubt and feeling I’m just plain not good enough to be a writer. And I have shied away from writing anything at all.
I read an article today on writer’s block and one of the suggestions was to write a blog post, something differing from the usual writing form, and here I am… again (I have written about this problem before when inspiration and creativity hasn’t been coming).
It’s all well and good being advised to ‘just write’, but at times like this I find it too hard and stepping back and writing a bit of non-fiction like this may contribute as ‘just writing’ while I wait until my creative juices start flowing again and I’m able to pen a story. And… I need to stop trying to compare myself to published authors and in turn stop feeling like I will never be as good as them: it’s a daft feeling to have, and totally pointless.
I’ve been here before and I came through it before. I have to remind myself of that.
Maybe this short post and publishing ‘something’ on my blog will light a little spark. There are ideas whirling around my mind but the perceived inadequacy has been very overpowering. It’s won out and I really don’t want it to. Perhaps writing this is a ‘good enough’ start and more writing ideas will come eventually.
Writers block is not a fun place to be in, but knowing that there are others who have the same scenario, in a roundabout way, helps, especially if they have ideas on how to break free from it.
I have just reached my 300 words goal for this post – I didn’t believe I would be able to, but alas I have and if you wish to read the article I did today, maybe bookmark it for a time when you may be feeling very stuck too… just click on this link here and it will take you to Literautas.com’s post ‘How to overcome Writers Block‘ – a great and helpful article.
Thanks for reading guys, see you again soon, and have a great rest of week and weekend
Autumn: cooler weather finally here. The horrid heat of summer finally gone.
The richness of colours: Golds, Auburns, Reds, Browns; all giving the days a new perspective as the Greens have faded out.
Landscapes changing, trees shredding, flowers falling: A new phase. The cool breeze, a sun shining less brightly, skies getting darker, days getting shorter.
Every living thing changing and preparing.
Animals and birds preparing for the winter months. Stocking up on food before the frost. Migrating to warmer shores. The long-haired Cats getting back their fluffy, thick winter coats.
Temperature shifts, flus and colds erupting all around. The itch of Hayfever now at bay.
Fireplaces heating and lighting a room, listening to its crackles, fully immersed watching its flames – hypnotised.
I like this time of year….. And you???!
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This weeks ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ . A very apt piccy! Visit by Clicking Here
A Ruthless Race
Don’t you know that we watch you?
Your buildings, museums, cathedrals, pillars, posts; we are part of them; spying, observing, looking… judging.
We’ve watched you millennia after millennia, and do you know what we see? A pathetic race of beings that only seem to be evolving to themselves when in fact you are as barbaric as the day you were formed.
You have not changed.
War, famine, hunger, poverty / Abundance, opulence, possessions, wealth. Half your world is starving and the rest complain that their steaks aren’t cooked right. Many have no clean water to drink yet many have lavish fountains in their squares, hotels, gardens and spa’s.
We are judging, we are deciding what to do with mankind and our decision will be final. Life, as you have believed, is not in your hands, It is in ours. And I strongly suggest you wake up, open your eyes and see. For it is your blindness that will ultimately be the demise of what it is to be human.
And that day is coming.
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This piccy prompt is from Angela Goff’s weekly ‘VisDare’. The photo’s are super freaky and super awesome! Visit VisDare by Clicking Here
Beyond Repair?.. Not
Over the past year: situations, illness’ and marred relationships had piled up – just like a pile-up on a motor track that fully ends a race. Finally, she pulled away from it all and placed it in the past, viewing it as a series of unfortunate happenings.
Starting over isn’t easy, especially if it involves a multitude of aspects in a persons life: social, health, work, spirit, beliefs, faith. If someone is to move on and start afresh, these things need to be restored and some, even reworked.
Everything that has been held dear, what once was believed in and trusted, gone.
Is the heart and soul beyond repair?
…Like the battered racing cars, they will either be crushed or fixed: the dents knocked out, the wheels replaced, the foundation that is the chassis, mended. Patience, hard work and loving dedication, until all that needs to be repaired, is.
I wish I’d of listened to my own counsel and not to the direction of others. But now I do listen to me. And through all the adversity I have suffered, the one thing that I forgot was there came fighting through…
…That which never left:
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Piccy prompt from ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’. Find others’ stories if you Click Here
Realms of a Garden (?)
I always dreamt of having a garden and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have one.
Okay, I’m 75 now, but having lived in flats all my life and not having the financial means to move, I settled on it as being one of life’s wishes: until a wonderful man entered my life.
He is wealthy, very wealthy, and when he learnt of my deepest dreams he went and made as many as he could come true.
He and I may not have many years of life left in us, but the years we do have left will be lived out as if they were a dream: and this beautiful garden where I stand now is one of those dreams.
Sometimes, though, I still feel as if there is a need to open my eyes and wake up…. (???!)
(folks, make of the ending whatever you wish! )
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As the Bud, She’ll Grow
She needed to blossom, but first had to get out of the current predicament that was stifling her growth. Despite being scared to leave the group she decided it was the best way forward for her. Whether she returns only time will tell. For now, though, she needs to be alone with herself to reground and feel all the deep accumulated emotions which had been growing inside her; and the only way out of that darkness was to feel her way through it.
Maybe it hurts to peel away what was. Maybe the flower that emerges from being a bud goes through the same metamorphosis. Maybe it too feels its awakening as a painful process. But the blossoming always comes, it’s a course which is naturally taken; if not, the flower withers and dies.
She doesn’t know whether traversing the darkness will, in time, bring the light. But as the flower grows she hopes she will too. For now she needs to go through the change her situation calls, and like the bud, hopes her blossoming will follow through.
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