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I thought you might want to read Steven Pressfield’s latest post, The Sphere of Self-Reinforcement, where he asks and answers the question, How we keep believing?

Believing is what keeps us putting one foot in front of the other. Pressfield calls it self-reinforcement–which is the way we keep on keeping on. There is no other way. My term is self-encouragement. When you don’t have other people encouraging you, you just have to encourage yourself.

This morning when driving grandson to school, I was listening to my iTunes radio. I realized that the music was turning my mind to my fiction work in progress, helping me center in the ‘tone’. It was helping me find belief and encouragement, and a happy place inside. I decided to play it–encourage myself– when I write.


Writing My Way to Sanity

I came to my office dormer nook, computer on the lap, cup of tea at hand, ceiling fan revolving peacefully. I had just opened the post when I heard the doorbell below. Down I go to attend to the nurse visiting my bed-ridden mother, confer with the nurse for half an hour, during which time I make necessary decisions and also greet the arrival of the housekeeper. See the nurse out the door and confer with the housekeeper. Forty minutes after I first open the post, and after turning my head from half a dozen matters calling my name, I’m here again, trying to remember what great thought I had that I was going to write about.

“Are you writing again?” a friend asked.

“Yes. It is the only way I’m going to keep a shred of sanity.”

No matter what goes on in my life, I have to breathe, eat, sleep. No matter what goes on in my life, I have to write. Writing is the trail of bread crumbs to keep me finding myself. For this reason it is as important as breathing and eating.

There is the popular book, Eat, Pray, Love. For me it would be Pray, Love, Write. Or maybe Pray, Love, Write, and don’t forget tea.

After twenty minutes of writing, I sigh deeply and my body relaxes. Ah…

Try it. It is good for everything and for everyone. If you don’t type, get a sheet of paper and just start to write. Write for ten minutes. Write praise, or a plot, or grumble and rave. Write a list of all the things you love, or hate, or wish you could do. See how you feel afterward.

And now I’m off to take the new kitten to the vet. But I’m still writing in my mind.

“You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.”
― Thomas Merton


The Right to Write

It is incredibly warm and raining. It is coming down in great deluges and there was an episode of wind that had rain hitting the front windows far back on the porch, threw cushions out of the chairs. I opened the door and Punk, our old grey tabby, came to the door, but no amount of coaxing could get him to come inside. He’s determinedly an outdoor cat.

I have not gone into the attic to check the still-leaky roof. I refuse. So far it is not coming through the ceiling into the living room, where I sit reading Julia Cameron’s ‘The Right to Write’, so, hopefully, the tarp and catch pans are still in the right areas. I remember that hope is my word for 2014, and also remember Jo Wnorowski from The Portable Homestead has as her word focus. I keep my focus on hope to focus on writing and get myself on a schedule and on track.

As Julia Cameron says: “The Right to Write is a birthright, a spiritual dowry that gives us the keys to the kingdom.”

I have found that true for my own life. And really, it is a nice dreary morning for writing.

God bless, ever’body!


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