Farther Along There in the Series.

Creativity is the essence of life. The basic thing is writing here for our purposes, although keep an open mind. The creativity is the essence, the source, one chooses, and the image an "approximation theory" product of the "Machine." Someone writes. Someone reads. The writer hopefully has executive thinking skills to get his product to a reader(s). See? The reader has needs. The writer can provide these things. It is then not j-u-s-t about writing. It is doing the work so the reader can find his/her needs met. Act like Mr. Chesterfeldt and satisfy (Excuse the Yiddish?). Now down to less/more serious things. A string of numbers like letters create a sequence. Add these up and you have got dur "serious." Excuse/don't the pun. Do it long enough and a series of letters/words become some writing and chosen properly rather one comes up w/ a decent read, maybe even a "goodread." Of course order is important. You have things in order to court the Muse, so to speak. And it's amusing/dramatic/tragic. Put about ten thousand hours into your craftwork and mastery is much more probable, the experts say, studying great composers and the like. It is a rule, see. Ten thousand hours. Okay, ... G-O!!!

Back already. Fine. Count this as an education. I just found a cassette tape titled On Writing. I had made it in the early days of writing, and wanted to record ideas that were rich w/ the essence of creativity, as if the source was saying, "Capture the moment, you idiot." (Not really. The source was saying to me, "Your mother was a Druid. You will never amount to anything. Druid. Dru-id." Okay enough joking and well-groundedness w/ a joke.) Keep writing. A career is just a job we go alonger time w/out quitting. I kept collecting brilliant ideas and let a writing strategy grow organically, overcoming blocks, conditioned responses to decision making in the writing process. I wrote about what was worth doing. I did more that was worth writing about. I studied idioms, developed an idiolect, studied etymology, foreign languages, cultural diversification, kept an open mind, got rid of my TV set,and went to a rave drinking nothing more potent than a seltzer water. "Get up and dance." Write. I managed my time. Exercise, school, work, supportive friends, life on life's terms. And I kept the cursor moving across the page. Finding my voice I found myself. Not who toxic friends had me outt o be, not what my adversaries had me out to be. I found true friends. I eventually found love, and after steady writing for five years I qualified and became a member of Mensa. Keep an open mind. Throw away the critic while you associate words w/ more words. Brainstorm party!!! "Thunder only happens when it's raining." Fleetwood Mac. The Muse visits while the writer is writng. Jump in. The water is fine. Inkstone is calling. Time to express an idea. Gotta go for now. Gotta push a little Joni Mitchell for a lexical access drill of importance too. (Thinking today; When my aunt who used to read to me when I was young, a kind teacher, said to me, "Todd, you're a writer." It felt official. And a homecoming. Like finding a good and solid handhold on a body's length roof, technical rockclimbing and bringing it h-o-m-e. Pick it up. You are already there.