The other day, I got caught up thinking about too much at once. I was irritated and worried and disheartened all at the same time. Things were getting to me, and I was doing what is often called over-thinking.
As a writer, I can frequently put distance between myself and pesky real-life problems by sitting down and putting words on paper. I enter the imaginary world of my story and characters, and usually, I can escape. But on this occasion, not even the muse could silence the internal fuss I was having. Pressure was building, and I was getting frustrated. So, I looked out my office window, saw the line of distant hills, and decided to go for a walk.
I started out on a familiar route along the pedestrian/bike path near my house. It was a day of mixed cloud and sun, on the cool side, but comfortable enough to set out at a brisk pace. At first, I continued to think about all the stuff that had driven me outside. Worry and irritation dogged me. But I kept moving, one step at a time. By the time I had gone a mile, perhaps a little more, the troubling thoughts began to fade. And then I began to take in my surroundings. I saw fluffy white clouds on a mountainous horizon. Smelled freshly-turned earth and wet grass; heard birds in trees, high schoolers on a nearby playing field. I was surrounded by a physical world I saw too little of, and the more I walked, the more reassurance I felt that it was still there. It was an immediate connection, like I was bonding with nature. I wondered why I didn't walk more often.
We are often told that a change of scene puts things in proper perspective. I believe it does. In many cases, worry and confusion can be left behind by simply leaving the house. Finding harmony doesn't have to be a time-consuming exercise in soul searching. It can be as simple as opening your door and going outside.
Take a walk in the great outdoors. It's fresh, invigorating, and therapeutic. And it's free!
THE LITTLE ROCK MESSENGER
www.amazon.com/dp/B003YOSYHK
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
The Writer in All of Us
We are all writers.
We look at the world through our own special lenses. There are things we see as individuals that nobody else sees. People, places, events—nothing looks the same. We call it perspective.
As a fiction writer, I do a lot of visualizing, picturing scenes of high drama as well as the very ordinary. Sometimes these scenes make it into prose; sometimes not. But it is all part of the process of composition. I survey the landscape of reality and transform it into one of story and characters. And through this journey, I am transported to a time and place of my own creation. It's what fiction writers do, and in a sense, it's what all of us do, whether we formalize the process as writing or not.
Those of us who do not capture our world view on paper nonetheless "write" the stories of our times. Each day is another composition about people and problems, and the way we would like things to be—the day to day experiences we all have that become our personal stories. Unlike fictional creations, however, these stories often do not tie up neatly into organized plot lines. They are sometimes messy, unsatisfactory accounts of challenge and heartbreak, with endings that taper off without any meaningful resolution. These are our personal histories, biographical sketches of how the world succeeds or fails within the confines of our lives. And the events and characters are very real.
The vanity in those of us who write believes we can draw on the compelling aspects of our lives and that of the world around us to make a story that holds the reader's attention. We shape our plots and polish our prose to create something entertaining. It is a work of faith. We don't know how the end product will be interpreted. But we do it anyway because somewhere deep down, consciously or unconsciously, we believe our story may strike a familiar chord. Why? Because some readers have lived something similar to what is in the story, or they know someone who has. After all, fiction contains truth, no matter the genre—literary, romance, mystery, fantasy—it all reflects some aspect of life. As people leading real lives, we contribute to that truth.
We are all writers.
THE LITTLE ROCK MESSENGER
www.amazon.com/dp/B003YOSYHK
DREAM TRAVELER - Book One
www.amazon.com/dp/B009LTTMS2
ELECTRIC HIGHWAY
www.amazon.com/dp/B004RJ81LU
We look at the world through our own special lenses. There are things we see as individuals that nobody else sees. People, places, events—nothing looks the same. We call it perspective.
As a fiction writer, I do a lot of visualizing, picturing scenes of high drama as well as the very ordinary. Sometimes these scenes make it into prose; sometimes not. But it is all part of the process of composition. I survey the landscape of reality and transform it into one of story and characters. And through this journey, I am transported to a time and place of my own creation. It's what fiction writers do, and in a sense, it's what all of us do, whether we formalize the process as writing or not.
Those of us who do not capture our world view on paper nonetheless "write" the stories of our times. Each day is another composition about people and problems, and the way we would like things to be—the day to day experiences we all have that become our personal stories. Unlike fictional creations, however, these stories often do not tie up neatly into organized plot lines. They are sometimes messy, unsatisfactory accounts of challenge and heartbreak, with endings that taper off without any meaningful resolution. These are our personal histories, biographical sketches of how the world succeeds or fails within the confines of our lives. And the events and characters are very real.
The vanity in those of us who write believes we can draw on the compelling aspects of our lives and that of the world around us to make a story that holds the reader's attention. We shape our plots and polish our prose to create something entertaining. It is a work of faith. We don't know how the end product will be interpreted. But we do it anyway because somewhere deep down, consciously or unconsciously, we believe our story may strike a familiar chord. Why? Because some readers have lived something similar to what is in the story, or they know someone who has. After all, fiction contains truth, no matter the genre—literary, romance, mystery, fantasy—it all reflects some aspect of life. As people leading real lives, we contribute to that truth.
We are all writers.
THE LITTLE ROCK MESSENGER
www.amazon.com/dp/B003YOSYHK
DREAM TRAVELER - Book One
www.amazon.com/dp/B009LTTMS2
ELECTRIC HIGHWAY
www.amazon.com/dp/B004RJ81LU
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