Tuesday for creation

http://theimportanceofbeingedited.wordpress.com/commitments/

I have decided to change and change for the better. I was reading a post by Timothy Pike for the simple reason that he decided to follow my blog today and I being the curious cat that I am, went to his blog to see what he was writing. And what I saw there, impressed me no end and inspired me to bring change in my life- which I think I need to put down in writing before I change my mind or distractions make me deviate from the path.

I am starting my journey of change on Tuesday rather than a Monday or a Sunday because Tuesday is as good a day as any other and I like doing things a little differently from others.

Anyway here goes. I started blogging last week but along way, over the last two days, I have found the creative juices have just stopped flowing. I have started developing the fear Timothy writes about. I have been soliciting my writing all over but other than rejections, nothing has come my way. So there I was stuck, yesterday with nothing to write about, no inspiration, nothing.

And today Timothy decides to follow me and that made me read his post and the rest, as they say, is history.

Self assessment : (Knowing your inner self)- So here I am, trying to know my inner self because that is the basis of motivation ( as another famous writer, I follow,   says in One big secret about motivation)- why am I sad ? Because I thought I was writing very well and no one seems to want to hire me. Suppose I have no talent ? Suppose I  am wasting my time ? Why should I work ? I am not going to be successful as others. Now these feelings were distracting me.

Lets see if I can bring my writing life back on track.

According to Timothy, I need to create movement in order for the old, stagnant thoughts to flow away and bring new thoughts into my brain. Now how can I create movement ?

I decided to get on my exercise machine and move a bit ? May be my head needs a good shaking. It is possible that I need a change of scene or someone new in my life to talk to me about new things. Maybe I need to read a new book. I decide to read the most inspirational book of all time and see if I could get some ideas. True enough I got a few titles for articles or prompts for new writings and even ideas to start writing inspirational- beauty for ashes, order from chaos and curse without cause are a few of them. Can you guess which book it was that I read ?

After a short nap and a rejuvenated spirit, here I am with my creative juices running, ideas galore, confidence boosted like I have had an energy shot and writing again.

IT worked .

 

 

 

For better or for worse

My Dear Watson

Life just isn’t the same without your trusty sidekick. For this week’s writing challenge, tell us about your partner in crime.

My alter ego, the person inside me, the one who is always second guessing me, trying to keep me from making mistakes, my own soul sister, me. Sometimes I can’t live with myself. When I look back on life and think of the mistakes I have made, the hurts I have inflicted on people, when my second self had warned me not to do so, I could kick myself a hundred times. I am impulsive, a compulsive buyer, a plate wipe clean off eater, shy, person. My alter ego is everything I am not- a thinker, a take time to make decision-er,  a restrained, I told you so , sort of person. I don’t know if we make a good combination or not but for better or for worse, I am stuck with him. Sometimes he is the sidekick and sometimes, I am.  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/my-dear-watson/

Love and life is a day’s work

            Life is short. Life is beautiful but I killed a living animal today. The love of animals is pure and kind. The mother cat cried her heart out but she still rubs her body against me. Perhaps she knows I did it unintentionally. I gave her food and she ate it. If it were a human that I killed, the parents would have hated me and wanted to revenge me for the killing. The mother cat loves me though I took her most valued possession away from her. Can’t humans do the same ?