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Treasures Found: Writer Cleaning Her Desk

Summer is definitely over, and fall has come at last. And at last I am moving on, too. I feel it inside, but the evidence is real this morning, as I move automatically into cleaning my desk, preparing for writing projects. Tip: when you are stuck, in writing and in life, clean the most important things to you. (I mean close to your heart. A bathroom is most important to all of us, but I’m speaking of heart here. )

I found treasures on my desk. Scraps of paper with possible book titles– cool, creativity sparks! Piece of information I was supposed to act on a long time ago. But the world didn’t end, and I’ll give it another go. Another opportunity!

And then there is this, buried beneath papers that I can throw away, a familiar quote jotted on yellow lined paper, so long ago the paper is rumpled:

“If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement, or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: ‘I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone,’ one is considered rude, egotistical or strange. What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it–like a secret vice!” ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea.

I’m taping that quote on my bathroom mirror, where I can see it daily.

Make it a great day, friends!

Endless Opportunities to Start Over

Don’t you love that phrase: “Endless opportunities to start over.” I stare at it, read it again.

I got those words from a post by fellow blogger and artist, PS MacMurray, who writes of this true fact in her recent post Gone Fishing. She says, “All it takes is a new choice and a fresh start.”

Honey, you can make a choice all day long, but it isn’t a choice until you do something with it. You must act on the choice.

So, I go downstairs and get the dog who is at the back door barking, barking, barking, and lead her up here to my office (because she won’t stop licking everyone), while I determinedly refuse to be distracted by all the other people and needs in my house, sit in the chair in front of my computer and open the new post page, breathe deeply and start typing.

I have been a writer for well over thirty years. Many of those years I wrote every day, 7 days a week, 6 to 8 hours a day. How have I gotten so off track these past years? That is a question I need to ponder.

Perhaps the bigger need is to make a few choices and act on them.

Choices are responsibilities. That is why they are so hard. I have to choose between one thing and another. I generally want it ALL.

But striving for everything, one ends up with nothing.

The fear of choosing what I want, or even knowing what I truly want above what I should want, is a deep conundrum. Therefore I remain paralyzed. No choice is making a choice; it is choosing to be stuck.

Yet–always there is the opportunity to make a fresh start. If I don’t like the choice I make, I can amend it by making another.

Never stop making fresh starts, even a hundred in one day.

Thank you, PS MacMurray. I make a choice to begin again.

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Gleanings: Gable, Cameron, and Kafka

Montgomery Clift asked Clark Gable how he would approach his role in the Misfits. Gable replied: “I bring to it everything I have been, everything I am, and everything I hope to be.”

That is what we do when we write, or when we create anything. We bring all that we are in the moment to our endeavor. We can do nothing else, so it behooves us to believe in ourselves and what we have to offer. The better we know ourselves, honestly and with acceptance of the whole–even those parts that make us cry–the better and clearer we can write. The better we can live and leave something of value.

An artist is a sensitive creature. ~Julia Cameron on Twitter

“You’re too sensitive,” is commonly said in our society. I was told this often by people close to me. I grew up believing it a flaw. I felt shame and tried to eradicate the sensitivity. Thank goodness I could not fully succeed. Today I know the statement for the rot that it is. I know that it is important to honor the wonderful, magnificent sensitivity I have been given.  In a world gone so very cold, we sensitive people need to shine and light the way in the darkness, and sometimes it is out of our own darkness.

 A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity. ~Franz Kafka, tweeted by Chad Hofmann. Reportedly from a letter from Kafka to his friend Max Brod.

Kafka was obviously sensitive, and honest about himself.

God bless,




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