Writing as a Form of Celebrating Life.

Writing is one thing. Executive thinking skills separate the cream from the rest, the talent/skill, capabilities of writing. I am sitting in the front room where I look into the office, at the stacks of manuscripts, various forms; rough drafts, edited, non-converted, converted formats, non-formatted, paperback, various signs of progress. Process is the beatnik path, been a displaced person in the middle of Iowa, progressive w/ two steps back. The hardest thing I can do is get caught up on a problem and not back down, til frustration has reached something like a symptom in some Diagnostics Stats Manual, Year ???? Now what? Yea. Look at it. You do not have to do this alone. Executive thinking skills shout out, shout to the Wizard of Oz, wave your wand. do whatever, just do something. Boldness has genius. Make it happen. And hold on to the well-grounded humus. Ten thousand hours of it and you are close to a textbook mastery. Find yourself on a self-created spectrum? 10K hrs.? Ready, Go!!! It is an old, meaningful, wise activity, not for the lesser, for intuitive development, inner strengths, of experiences, awareness (closely developing a sense of a more identifiable sense of a reality), the "empirical data," seeing closer, ... life on life's terms. And awareness, a sense, mystique, expressing one's "self," as well as being a community representative w/ rights, a writer's Bill of Rights, the Constitutional promises, the California Promises, have you. You get the message from the mess. You demonstrate w/ words, (It is death to the messenger w/ the presentation of the "message.") And you hold on. You hold on to a position you have to release, down to the wire. You know you are holding onto the solution, the protesting w/ this new awareness, problems you see, opportunities to change the world for the better. You change the world by changing yourself! Dissolving problems, bring light to a status of wave of denial, obscurity, lean on a theory of particle/wave, never both simultaneously. Then it is given into its birth. It reaches out, cacoon, butterfly, dreams of Mankind, ashes and dust, and creation, call it growth, maturation, releasing an extended adolescence. It is the staus of a deep joy, like a wine in a religious act, a communion, finding it in your writing. Lost and found on the dragon's back, reaching for the sword, the pen, keyboard. Five years ahead of you? Come on, even if we don't have five years we can act like it, behave like it, can take on that project/task of writing. Time? Take it. Grab on for the ride. You don't take the time? If not now, when? Now it presents the chemistry, coffee cup and writer equal words produced. Language alone has saved cultures and kingdoms. Belittle it? Ungrateful idiocy. Do not succumb. I am listening to Smashing Pumkins which brings back my grad school days, where I started my first book, drifting in and out, shorelines varying their boundaries. And twenty yrs. later I look into my office seeing the 65 mss. Stackg of mss. boxes, digital records on flashdrives. I have created, all after a silent flip of the coin decision that I should not be happy writing one book and quit. I said, why waste the time I have learned to write one book, use it for more, fiction, nonfiction, and now creative non-fiction? Get it? Start now! Like a Dead's member said that ... it doesn't start til you step into the forest. Take the step. This morning I studied Dutch. I have a schedule that I study Saturday mornings, read aloud, do stand-up comedy for three hrs., limericks the same. My standard basis is Dutch. The language books I have are riddled w/ dialogue. Slang French (En Branche) is stoked w/ these gems. The dialogues are often common scenes; at a party, going shopping, going to the doctor, a date, going to the beach, school, et c. These dialogues are stimulatng and are a close derivative to fit well w/ chapter ideas, flooded w/ skeletal material for description, making a guide from these dialogues, hopefully generating creativity, provoking thought, filling in a comfortable background, et c. Caveat innocens; familiarity by namesake is comfortable. The downside, said a lawyer who shared my office at the university said, basically ... one "play," a strategic move in the chess game of life, ...for the familiar relationships is that, ... yes, I will say it, "Familiarity breeds contempt! The idea is manifested more commonly in relationships than a suspicious mind might think and respond. All we really ever have is our response to life's terms. Writing is the space that we can acknowledge, accept, and disagree, resolving in the conflict, learning ourselves, developing, ever developing a sense of the tools to be set to be blessed w/ resposibilities. (See something wrong w/ the world, and/or your niche? That is your purpose in life. To change it, Rectify it. Set up courts in your mind to bring to realization and action. Advocate for yourself and others. get out of yourself. The page can be a place that is as a safe place to be. For your attention to your own thoughts. Make it a working vacation. Write the situations. Describe. Describe. And describe some more. Log the time. Go for a walk, an Einstein'ds thinking laboratory, in the fantasy state, in one's mind. Many forms. Art. Music. And ... the companion, a compassiaonate companion writing. Dylan said it in "Fare Ye Well, My Darling." He said, "I will send what I know back home to you." ("W/ my head, my hand, and my heart, my love.") How poetic, true, and where does it come from? From the creative "Muse?" Make it right. Rectify and resolve the seed that is planted. Drink tea. It brings beauty. Realize where is life bitter? Where is it sweet? The tongue, word are both bitter and sweet. Unhealthy dependence, unhealthy control, unhealthy competetion, ... That needs to turn around for the better. To create freely w/ no strings attached? Uh-huh. Dependent on the "self" where appropriately ... self-care is distict, discrete, from sefishness; life then can manifest life choices, purpose, dependent on clearly, lucid direction, rectifying life's imperfections, blemishes, scars, weals, unresloved, the issues, say gestalts, the healthy, supportive, robust relationships, will of the mountains to withstand nature's elements, all in check ... self-control, self-actualization, the healthy competition w/ the self containg the self's past. Something some people take to the grave, either knowing it and not? Yes. A shame sometimes? Lovingly dear self-care again, a tool in the toolbox, (Work on your art? Work on your life!), lovingkindness, sometimes complications, somewhat awkward growing pains.That is it. And be honest. It is the best strategy for well-being. Self-centeredness? Get out of it. Now! Yes, get out of a sense of self, release yourself from mental slavery. You might speak w/ "party manners" still? It is a path that has stolen souls. So? Yea, ... however awkward to the unfamiliar, the new acquaintances, new paradigm, presepective. A downfall w/ honesty lacking? And w/ over-played respect? Maybe? Familiarity often crosses sacred boundaries. That is why anger is such red flag to do something differently. Not unlike failure. Constructively build and rebuild respected boundaries. The consequence is anger inwardly directed. It is morphing to anxiety, a loss of a future event/construct. If a loss is addressed in the state of the past, the very real and deadly depression sets in, again anger turned inward, an ugly beastlie problem to solve. Be free from holding onto any anger. If you do, all is basically lost. Like the student who doesn't share his/wisdom, he has brainfever. If you got it, you will have to give it away to keep it. It is just how it works. Choose happiness! Celebrate the bittersweet life. Write! (Don't forget to fight illiteracy. Read a book, too!)