Reflections of a Writer

In Relation To Existence

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So much was planned for this day, lofty goals under ideal circumstances. To reach for the stars and grasp the moment. To write, in this life or the next, beginning today is better then tomorrow. To start to write expecting to finish, things change sometimes. As I begin the process of writing the plan was the same, follow through being the key to the lock of progress. Though in all honesty nothing is ever that cut and dry or that simple. Proven on this day for as I begun searching for the topic, for the story to write in this moment, one particular item caught my interest, a short story, on vacation, the first thing coming to my mind was a trip taken back in January of 1999 for a wedding, a train trip, cross the country. The experience what a story it would make, a short story though. Well, it seemed to be a more appropriate novel consisting of in depth detail building on a character only as a persona in my mind. Such was the case a story based on experience a character a thought in my mind.

You see I was the only one from my immediate family who could make it to this wondrous event, the marriage of a sister barely a year older then myself. The prospect exciting, and of interest for it would be the first time to travel by train Coast to Coast during the Winter of 1999. You know the supposed end of the world and all that.

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I could bring in the new year in Florida at least that was the plan. Sorry to say it did not happen, but the experience did, perhaps in this coming year when 2009 comes about I will have the opportunity to enjoy a New Year in a different state then California. No offense to California I have lived here most of my life, born and dare say raised, in this great state of ours. To enjoy such a momentous occasion in a another place and time seems to be a wonderful goal to strive for.

To realize the fact that it seemed to be the right time, the near perfect moment. I had worked hard and had earned enough for such a undertaking from jobs I was working. I must admit the fact that really it was not that much money, though it was cash not credit, and it was worth just being able to attend both the bachelor party and the wedding and the events thereafter.

It worked out quite well though, one story, one creative event, simply put it was Quality over Quantity, a simple principle, sometimes the most difficult as it were to choose quantity over quality. The story was started but not finished this day. A great story is rarely wrote in one day. A masterpiece, should I be so bold to coin the term, takes much time and moments of inspiration put together over time. Besides for myself at least I tend to get frustrated for lack of activity even when writing. The initial plan you see had been to also ride my bike for the breaks between sessions in writing, with the rain falling upon the beaten ground it was decided that it would be better not to ride at least on this day. Understand that for me I work towards balance of work and play, a Libra that I be perhaps that is appropriate, seeks such balance in their life.

Certainly it is true I enjoy writing as I share my views on a daily basis, often the best writing done when you take the moments away to inspire. The time away allowing free movement of the thoughts and ideas as they relate to life and living, to the story at hand.

Simple as it may seem, it is not easy to write a story. It will stretch the mind, a hand may cramp, it is up to you and I to overcome those moments, to use them as fuel in your ongoing masterpiece that is life.

Write another chapter, finish one more sentence, complete just one more page, overcome the challenges faced in the race from place to place. Life's journey explored, experienced and made the best of, hit those curves beyond the gate, know the choice is yours alone not fate. It is up to you to make the best of your life, in the short time we exist in Father Times' great playground. Make the best of it, life lived to the fullest is truly life lived. Take the reigns and ride to enjoy the wonders of life's great excursion.

Thanks for reading ... and as always Forward Focus for life lived to its fullest.

2008 a year of Change?

Considering;
Either we are going to have our first black president or our first female, neither one of which has ever happened in so many years. So truly 2008 is going to be a year of change of a truly pivotal time in history. Why now, this particular year?

Seven years it has been since the events of 911 changed the world, for better or worst that is a decision you need to make. Three years since Hurricane Katrina hit and decimated New Orleans, known for Mardi Gras, also known as Fat Tuesday. After Katrina little remained of this famous town, and that was only three years ago.

What is it about 2008, that makes it such a time for change? Can you really come to an answer on that? It is hard to say, when I thought about it though I found it quite intriguing. After 30 minutes of meditation and the time after of thought. I wondered, and I started to write, for a moment sleep was on my mind and now once I have started it is more difficult to stop when you are inspired. Though I must say sleep is a fine idea. For now will start with this and will continue later.
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to be continued

Kindler Gentler Cleansing of Society

A story from a dream, written and remembered.

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Two men, from another state, another place, coming here to try to bring Hitler's view on cleansing, to the society of today. A different name perhaps but same general idea, the technique different in its own way, instead of provoking fear, and bringing about an army, these two figured they would keep it a bit more stealthy, somewhat under the radar. Using a plant, that with one prick its poison would knock the afflicted out in a matter or seconds and they would sleep for hours. Not wholly lethal but effective in stopping any resistance from a person at a time. Therefore it was necessary to always be stealthy in each attack and make sure it is pointed and takes care of the challenge one by one. Effectively quiet and cunning working together in unison. Making it all that much more difficult, to thwart. And so they went, one by one, until they come to one specific house, the home of one not so spectacular individual, one who was just realizing the potential of life and living. Existing for the moment, just working the job, you know like the world tells you to. Within this person though, was a realization, an internal frustration, looking at his life, and seeing beyond where he was at that time. It was this internal frustration, this constant gnawing, of this limited existence. The fact that he knew, there was more to life then that. After so much loss in the year previous he decided long due for a change, so maybe not all that common , of suddenly he heard the breaking of a window. He was not in the common area of the house so it was thought no one was home.