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Foodcourt Thoughts

Hi guys! Here’s to another absent-minded rants I have while waiting for my husband at the foodcourt. So, how have you been?

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A writer’s mind is never at rest, it is forever in a marathon. Sprinting, dashing, running – especially at night when everyone is asleep and the world basks in the glow of the moonlight. It is then that the mysterious, charming, and cunning is revealed.

A writer’s mind is always active. The problem is when they suddenly think of something extremely good to write and they can’t write it down immediately because they’re busy with everyday tasks and so it disappears. Like a will-o’-the-wisp it has suddenly vanished, making the writer think that it was just a dream.

The best writing is one that is not forced, not thought about or analyzed in any way possible. The best writing is one that comes straight from the heart. As you close your eyes to feel the rhythm of the music so do you open your heart & let go to feel your emotions. Let all the pain, hurt, sorrow, love, joy, happiness, elation, shock, and surprise flow. Even if it overwhelms you, more so if it scares you. Why? Because it really is scary at first, like letting go of a raft and letting yourself be washed away by the waves to destinies unknown. But that is exactly what great, exceptional writing is – the rawness, heart on the sleeve, almost wide-eyed naïveté that haunts you to the very depths of your soul and arrests your mind. It doesn’t just touch your whole being, it sears you and becomes part of you. That’s what great writing is all about. Find the ability to truly write from your heart. Be one with your self and develop sympathy as well as empathy. Great writing feels and is felt.

Artists – writers, painters, musicians – have the most sensitive souls, the strongest of hearts, and the most philosophical minds. I guess that’s why people find them great and weird at the same time. From the time they have discovered their craft, they have always walked the line between madness and genius, sometimes either the other but almost always both. Largely, it depends on the century they’re living in.

The Muse

You arrive

unexpectedly

catching me

unaware

my senses

becomes

sharpened,

creativity

increases

a

thousandfold;

like

a madman

the pen

swiftly flies

the brush

urgently glides,

the music

rapidly bursts!

 

You leave

abruptly

catching me

off-balance

my energy

suddenly drained;

in the

end

there is

nothing –

nothing

but

a work of art,

nothing

but

a masterpiece.