I don't remember Mr. Nixon well, as I was just a teenager not particularly interested in politics, but I was sitting in my barracks room about 5 miles away from the Oval Office when he resigned. It was a very strange time and strange feeling. The last time I "lost" a President in office was when JFK was assassinated. Nixon's resignation wasn't at all the same scenario, but something had still gone very wrong.
I sat down to work on something late last night, and between midnight and 2 a.m. -- I finally looked up to realize there was snow outside. And it kept snowing and snowing. It warmed up a bit but I sort of hope it stays, too. We had that one weird storm in October (they didn't close campus but I was absolutely late for class), and then nothing since! I drove back from a neighboring city last night and got lucky: all I encountered was fog. Now I'm waiting to hear if I have to shovel that sidewalk all the way around the side of the house...
Glad to see you back and posting something. 😃 First of all, it's from a fortune cookie! 😜 Let me interpret it for you:
Live for today - Eat the damn cookie.
Remember yesterday - You were hungry for something sweet.
Plan for tomorrow - Yuk - this tastes like cardboard. Maybe I'll go with a cupcake!
Now you've got it! Remember, write first for yourself. Who cares if anyone else likes it? That's not why we write. Just remember what Robert Frost said: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." Yes, it's that's simple
Sad to say that time isn't my problem. Whenever I had that urge to get something down on paper, I've always made the time to do it. Writer's block isn't related to having the time to write; for me, my internal environment isn't correlated to getting creative. Don't know why, as soon as I figure it out I know I can get my books back on track. Somewhere, when my relationship stopped, my self confidence, or self friendship got all messed up and the energy required to complete my dream went away. I've had all the time I've ever needed to finish all four of my books...I've not had the creative energy to finish them.
With this move back into a peopled world where I can sink or swim on an emotionally caring level, I hope to rebuild my confidence in my talents again. I think that is the key to my creative energies. I'm hoping so, because nothing else has worked these last many years.
Okay.
Not sure why it took nearly 20 days for my membership renewal to arrive (mailed on the 9th of August for a 15 August deadline. Membership renewal posted 27 August) But I am very happy to see it finally got there. Because it took so long, I ended up mailing another membership renewal on 24 August. So, this year I renewed twice. All good, I won't have to worry about next year's renewal being glitched by 'snail' mail service.
For the last two weeks I was wondering if the Universe was trying to tell me something very much against my personal wants. Appears, it was a test of patience, which I didn't quite fail.
All said...
I am no longer in the ranks of the employed, though I'm not officially retired yet either. I've still got to apply for it and all.
Count 29 August 2024 as my official first day back from a long hiatus.
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