The Smoke

Humans are story telling animals. We tell stories about our lives, and we live within those stories. We use stories to create our past, present, and future. We find our beliefs, values, and morals embedded in our stories. We are fragile, breakable, and inside each of use there is something more, there is the smoke left over from the fire in our stories.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

No Wonder....

Well, it has been a long time since I have taken any actions into my career as a writer. This is not to say that the thoughts of writing a best seller have not been on my mind. I have decided I would even settle for some simple and ill paying published pieces, simply to get my feet wet and step into the game for real. I am sick of sitting on the bench.

What am I to do? Shall I simply wait for the Universe to take over? Do I just keep thinking and envisioning myself as a successful writer and all will fall into place as planned? I love the new song by Miley called "The Climb." It is wonderfully refreshing, even if the message is delivered in a pop song by a sixteen year old. The words are magnificent, and very motivating. I am trying to keep myself on the present and focus more on my journey and less on the finish line. I had an art teacher in high school who said, "Art is a journey, not a race." I think that ten years ago, unbeknownst to me, he was giving me some sound advice for the now.