Day 49 of 90: Hold your words close #ASMSG #IARTG #IAN1 #SupportIndieAuthors #Inspiration

We’re a little over halfway through this experiment, and I think it’s working. Not only have I written this, but I’m also halfway finished with a new novella, and caught up on editing two other works.

Everyday I start writing a bit here, then move on to my story. I feel like my writing flows easier when I’m not stuck on starting. Since I have already started, that first word doesn’t hold me back.

I don’t know why, but the first word of the day is usually the hardest for me. Maybe it’s a personal stress I put on myself that makes it more difficult than it needs to be.

All I know is writing this helps. Just a few words, to get the creative juices flowing.

It makes sense, if you think about it. As you get closer to someone, more intimate and comfortable with what you are doing, the conversations flow easier. You start to get on the same page as the other person. There starts to be an unspoken communication.

That’s how I feel about the written word. I don’t know them very well, but I want to. The more time I spend with them, the easier they are to understand. So get close to your words, hold them to your chest, and don’t be afraid to get cozy. Your story will flow easier for it.

Remember, one step at a time, one word at a time. You can complete this journey.

Passion and Priority

I meditate, and my friends and family help keep me grounded.

Myths of the Mirror

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Passion and Priorities may sound like a Jane Austin novel…but nope, nothing so restrained.

I’m talking about a circus act, a high-wire attempt at juggling while riding a unicycle with five bowling pins flipping through the air. It’s an act of balance.

Anyone possessed with an all-consuming passion, knows what I refer to. Whether it’s an artistic endeavor, a desire to race cars in the desert, to savor exotic foods, ban landmines, or never wear the same shoes twice, the need for balance occasionally sets that high-wire a-wiggling. Sometimes it’s the clown stomping around down there in the three rings, the one with the diapered terrier on a hip, pointing at the kiddie pool, demanding a reassessment of one’s priorities.

I walk that tightrope a lot, relishing the thrill, the single-minded concentration as I surrender to my passion for the written word. To immerse myself fully in my…

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