possible-chaos

I know this has nothing to do with writing. 

And then may be it does. People hiding behind a keyboard to trash a persons life or the choice of a Zoo. 

If they had not killed the gorilla and the gorilla killed the boy, then the world would have been all over the zoo. If they had dart him and it fell on boy or drowned in the water it was sitting in then they would have been all over the Zoo. 

If the parents had watch the child better and so on and so forth. 

It’s heart breaking. But it saved the boy. 

It was a true damned if you do and damned if you don’t moment. 

Let move on. 

Are you a list maker? For your writing? For your life? List…

They can be…

List of words you use? Or shouldn’t use?

List of names for character’s?

List for speech? If you don’t use English. 

List for love  scenes?

List for plots, goals, action? 

Oh my…the list could go on. 

You know, those list that are specialized just for you, your characters, your story or list for brainstorming. 

Making list and then reading over them later can give you a solution that you may not have known you were looking for, or a thought that just changed everything. 

What list do you keep? What ones are you thinking about now?

May be its list time. 

Do you journal? Do you carry a note book with you everywhere? Logging all those bits of thought that pass through your mind?

Once the words are on the page, do you ever go back and re-read what you have written over the last few days, few weeks, months, year?

One should. It could reveal a lot about you. Why do are doing what you do. What you have or haven’t done. The pattern is there. With words being repeated. Ways being repeated. It’s there.  Words such as, happy, sad, creative, stuck, fear…

What are you trying to bury? What are you moving foreword with? 

Repeated words, familiar phrases, are clues. 

Clues to something that we should dig deeper into, it’s showing us something that our soul is yelling for us to hear. 

Stop, play with that for a while, live there for a moment allow those bruised words show you what your soul is yelling for you to see. 

The hidden meaning to that place you want to rush away from. The next time those familiar words start to repeat them self, stop and ask, “what do I really mean? What do you want of me?”

Be so very honest! It’s yourself that you are lie or are truthful with. No one else. Just you. It’s just you and your soul. 

It will set you free

To all the mom’s out there, hope you had an amazing day. 

Ever thought of writing a story about a mom on Mother’s Day? Would it be a happy ever after? Would it be a mystery? A thriller? 

Ah, the ideas…