Month: April 2014
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The intoxication of seamless words arranged in faultless harmony perpetually delights my literary senses like a fine wine rolling across a discerning tongue. For as long as I can remember, I’ve drooled over phonetic infusions, becoming mindfully euphoric when flawless endeavor sustains my avid writing addiction.
A passionate embrace, a perfect rose, or a plateful of Cajun-spiked gulf shrimp, all evoke similar responses, but only the collaboration of well-chosen words can arouse my mental pleasure zone.
Manifested writing elicits curiosity regarding an author’s inspiration. Many great writers describe their muses with the affectionate dependability of an intimate friend. Their disciplined relationships reliably sustaining flawless style allows me to track my own fleeting steps toward literary perfection. The significance of morning clarity, evening calm, superb music and self-imposed solitude further the cause. Enticed by the creative quest, I adopt a mantra focused on literary nirvana — the moment of truth when all will be revealed.
Poised for enlightenment, subsequent days are welcomed with youthful verve, responsive to each subliminal sign. Transcendence endows a wilted rose, a dispassionate glance or yesterday’s tuna casserole with the power to ignite my thoughts.
Revelations prognosticate a wise world where the disadvantaged offer the most insight into our self-inflicted wounds. Creative response pulsates within me as writing hurdles are conquered far from any beaten path. Surrendering pretense unearths a treasure trove sustained by my sensual muse, sagaciously guiding my nomadic pilgrimage.
Acknowledging her presence provides a fresh set of eyes to seek the messages hidden within the recesses of lives unfolding.
Inspiration? It’s just a glance away.
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Repost from April 20, 2013 at 12:06pm
“I woke up this morning and realized for the first time, I am actually fulfilling my professional writing dreams (sort of). However, since I didn’t require specific terms, I take what is given and am grateful for the validation of my skills and answer to my lifelong request of the Powers that be. “
Although slightly delayed and far from idealic, this writing grounds me like nothing else I could ever do at this point. It’s unimportant that my ego be stroked as a result of my published words, and truthfully, that’s the main reason good writers fail. My ego has been chiseled to the point of non-existance and it feels liberating. Fulfillment comes in knowing my words, thoughts and storytelling skills are valued and will be read by others. I take comfort in knowing my words might shake a free thought loose from a reader or encourage someone to look up and be inspired to reconsider some aspect of their life. Yes, Visionary Fiction is alive and well and for sale to the highest bidder.
The graphic design education is truely the butter cream icing on top of my custom-ordered cake. Before I’m done with it, they’ll be brilliant fuchsia roses and bleeding heart blossoms to honor Mom and Dad. It will have lots of chocolate because I like it that way.
This story is far from over. A keystone event requires full documentation.
Ghostwriting In Mississippi
I’m in the final days of my latest higher learning adventure. It has been an enlightening experience that has endowed me with new skills, such as graphic design and a refresher on others, like the latest Microsoft Applications. No matter where you are in your life, I highly recommend brushing up your skills or learning some new ones to keep your mind tuned to the latest industry innovations, as there will be no stopping the technology engine now.
Your Host, Our Most Gracious,
Extends Greetings and Elations,
The Honor of Your Presence is requested
By Acceptance of This Invitation
Personal Gifts Accepted
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Welcome & Please
Make yourself at home
The Host will arrive soon
If there’s anything you need
I’m here to assist you
Your comfort and happiness
Should never be an issue
Have you a gift yet?
You must give the Host something you possess
Choose the item carefully
Only you can decide which is best
Perhaps it’s your love, fear, crime or addiction
He will accept your gift
No matter blessing or affliction
So think carefully and listen
Hear what your soul wants to give
Whatever this thing is that you offer
Let it tell how you live
Before the Host can enter your space
This empty white room needs making
His resources are at your disposal
For this undertaking
These plain white walls are
Yours to create & yours to design
While painting your masterpiece, will you stay inside the lines?
Just put your best foot forward
Remember, He must enter and see it too
This empty room must serve a purpose
Shall it become a business, a stage, or perhaps a home?
It’s yours to decide
It’s yours to own
Fill this room with people
Throw a party or perhaps breed a clan
Just make sure your guests are ones
The Host will understand
The Host will come when you are ready
He’ll pay a visit to you
To see what you’ve created
What you hold to be true
I’ve come to observe your room that was once pure white
Is that the color of envy?
Perhaps the green is too light
Obviously you’re under construction and feeling rather faint
He’ll provide the fresh paint
I’ll return for a preview of what the Host will partake
Best wishes with the renovations you’re planning to make
Now your room shows progress, taste and style
Glad you’ve found someone that wants to stay for a while
What about the interior crawls?
Better check on the plumbing and wiring inside those walls?
Finally, this room is filled with people
All important in your life
Behind closed doors,
Unresolved conflict sustains strife
Perhaps some additional space would grant reprieve
After all, a soul’s gotta breathe
I’ll come back later
You’re getting the hang of it now
The Host will be anxious to understand
The who, the what, the how
I see this room is overflowing
In blessings, great and small
You’ve filled it to the brim
You obviously have it all!
Oops! Don’t look now
The ground floor’s crumbling
Quick grab tight of every loved one and youngling
Did you include enough love in your reservoir?
Where do you draw from?
What’s beneath your show of armor?
There’s still time to fix the damage
No real harm done
Nothing you can’t manage
You can always ask the Host for help
He’s very receptive to the disadvantaged
Now I like what is seen, felt and known here
You’re learning life’s lessons
That’s become quite clear
Before I leave, before I go
There are a few things you really should know
I’ve been your conscience, your heart, your soul
I’m your Spirit self
Together we sustain our infinite whole
So always remember, I’m right by your side
Watching you grow and pacing your stride
The Host will appreciate your colorful venue
When the time comes, remember His gift
Make sure it’s from deep down inside you
Enjoy what you have now
Treasure what you’ve built
The Host only knows when it could all go off tilt
I’ll check back later
For now, you’re doing fine
Oh, by the way
I’m glad you decided to ignore the lines
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