How do you write under water?
Everything has become so electric and dogmatic. The slow climb of static building
as you cross a carpeted room.
Like a kid
Approaching a coffin at a funeral. Your body of work there. But empty of life.
Or pond scum; water stripped of its currents.Without depth.
This is our work.
What can we write anymore. Or how to craft it. Is it safe? While the archers are on the wall?
Have the rules changed?
You go back and forth
Push for a persuasive essay
Push for another soap box
But our feet are made of clay
Maybe the craft is simply writing
Just so long as we move forward
Turn the page.
Maybe we can just create.
One line. One sentence.
Forget click bate.
Make me turn the page.
That’s what writing is saying.
What do you need to say?
A ballroom dancer, what’s the final dance?
Someone giving birth,finally able to drink, what’s the thirst?
The tools are in your hands.
Turn the page.
I have slight arthritis in my hands. I can tell when it’s going to rain. A couple of weeks ago,it hurt so bad I had a hard time writing. I usually write letters to my wife since she works a different schedule than me. So instead I just cleaned and brought her lunch.
It really scared me though,because I never thought about not being able to write before. Until then.
I think The Arts are so important. You can create something from nothing. Maybe social media makes that easier than it used to be, or even should be.
Slam Poets get up and speak with passion in their voices…
But I don’t think it’s safe to relive every creation. You know? I think we have to be strong enough to separate ourselves and deliver our creations…our work…tell the story,without self harming ourselves,walking through old coals and dead fires.
That’s not good mental health.
Writing and creating,photography, all of it…it’s such a special thing. These are the things we give back…we take care of each other with. It’s the proof we were here.
Not everyone is going to understand that. And that’s ok. And someone is going to be offended. That’s a given. But speak. Work. Create. Tell your story as only you can. Keep moving forward. No one else is you. And that’s a beautiful thing. We are not meant to be alike.
Every occasion and every moment. You see things no one else ever will.
Make your art.
I love you guys. Thank you for all of your support and everything you do.
September has always been one of my favorite months. Partially because it is my birth month. And because fall starts,and everything from now,straight on to New Years is wonderful. Plus – apparently
This happened. Now I don’t know, I mean, I wasn’t there. But it’s still a great piece of work. Just look at that man on the moon.
It’s time to break out Harry Potter to read again. And drink hot chocolate mixed with coffee.
It’s time to write about anything.
Absolutely anything. I once wrote a story about Christmas ornaments and snow bunnies. I’m not saying it was good. But I wrote it. I also wrote about a haunted Easter bunny that ate lazy children.
Man,this time of year is my favorite
You have no idea.
It’s time for old films
For days in bed
And early mornings writing
It’s time to relax
And just let yourself go
Just like nature
It plunges into one last creative work
And look at it
With all of our passion
What could we do
As we store up from all that is around us
Maybe it’s just me
Maybe I’m an empath
Maybe I just collect things
Maybe we were just meant to create
With good energy
With hard lines
And sharp colours
What else is there ?
“Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that – but you are the only you.
Tarantino – you can criticize everything that Quentin does – but nobody writes Tarantino stuff like Tarantino. He is the best Tarantino writer there is, and that was actually the thing that people responded to – they’re going ‘this is an individual writing with his own point of view’.
There are better writers than me out there, there are smarter writers, there are people who can plot better – there are all those kinds of things, but there’s nobody who can write a Neil Gaiman story like I can.”
So let’s create
Let’s tell our stories
I could show you
The light in your skin
The grace that you move in
Write,create.tell your story.