Marching Forward: Taking Hold Of My Goals

I know what it looks like. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, and have noticed the trickling away of my post, you are probably thinking that I have in someway lost my ‘shine’. That, or my muse has broken up with me. Neither thoughts are further from the truth.

I still love blogging, I’d like to think I still have shine, but when growth takes place we have to be maturer enough to recognize when we need to make hard choices. Are we facing a moment of ‘both and’ or ‘either or?’

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Currently, I have been working on 3 different manuscripts; our beloved Ascension Graveyard which looks slightly different from how it currently appears on the blog, a piece called Warden, and another titled Nexus Gate 4037.

All 3 are very different stories and are in different stages of their process which enables me to work on all three at once. Yey!

That being said, for me, this is an ‘either or’ scenario.

EITHER I continue to blog everyday and miss this awesome moment that I have DREAMED about having since I was a girl of 13, to focus on becoming a professional novelist, OR I spend less time on other projects like the blog while nurturing others.

With that being said, the blog has been sorely neglected…I am sorry, but I aim to change that by putting forth some effort for a ‘both and.’

I will BOTH work on my three manuscripts AND blog. The catch is I will only blog 3 days out of a week.

HERE’S THE PLAN:

  • Day 1: Flash Fiction/ Short story/#Blogbattle
  • Day 2: Art (Should any have been created) or Random post
  • Day 3: Quote of Encouragement…I like these

I aim to keep things simple. I aim to keep them true. I aim to keep progressing!

Remember the Novel Progress Planner sheet I created a while back? Well I’ve made lots of progress there, and managed to keep my goals thus far, whilst adding new ones. (The goals are slightly different from what appear on the image, here.)  God has blessed me to gain great momentum and drive!

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To that end, I am pressing forward with my writing goals, giving my longer bodies of work the attention they need, but I will drop by during the week and say hello as I march forward into new territory. I hope you will go along with me.

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Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Cutting Trees: A Poem

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Cutting down trees

That have no roots

They only block out the sun

And bear ugly fruits

Their branches twist and wind

Til confusion is spun

And stifle the dreams before they’ve begun

But wielding my ax

My arms swing away

Blasting through trunks

And splinters that spray

I’ll take the little wounds

Such a tiny price to pay

To grasp hold of the light

And seize my new day

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Letting Go: A Music Interlude For Healing

You’ve brought me to the end of myself. This has been the longest road. And when my ‘hallelujah’ was tired, you gave me a new song. Now I’m letting go…”

If my flesh were to be cut open and my veins to flow freely until they ran dry, the words and supplication of this song would be heard, crying out from the very source of my life. I thank Yeshua Jesus that although it hurts, although it means a new direction, although it means taking time to learn the “me” I forgot and the “me” He is transforming out of what is left of me, I can let go…

You remind me Of things forgotten. You unwind me Until I’m totally undone, And with Your arms around me Fear was no match for Your love. Now You’ve won me…”

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

Glow of the Sun: A Free write

Her head was turned to the side, in an angle pushed slightly upward by the cradle of her palm, as if to catch more light from the sun.

Winston let out a breath as he watched her, sitting across from him in her corner of the office, basking out the window. He quickly pulled a piece of printer paper from his desk drawer and with quick, deliberate, but yet delicate strokes, begin to capture her pose in an expression of ink.

The look on her face was captivating. She was definitely daydreaming and he wondered what about. His mind raced with the possibilities, and with each thought the pressure of his pen would ease or deepen bringing forth a brilliant contrast between paper and dark blue ink.

“You have missed your calling,”

The sudden whisper and the scent of pickles and rye assaulted Winston’s nose and ears. The pen dragged awkwardly down the side of the paper. He frowned, tracing the errant mark with his finger as if it were a tender wound before tucking the page out of sight.

His coworker took another bite of his sandwich but didn’t bother not to speak. “Ah don’t cover it up. Its beautiful!” The man’s eyes darted in the woman’s direction and then back to Winston. “You should talk to her, give her one of your drawings,”

Winston turned to him horrified. He had drawn her every day for nearly two months, each drawing meant to be private, just an expression of need; need to create, need to capture her beauty before the precious moments slipped. He was used to precious moments leaving him. He had learned to capture them now.

The other man chuckled. “Oh come on, me and Charlie have taken the liberty to look at your work. Its really good. She would like it.”

Winston felt his jaw clench. Such an act of violation. “You had no right to go through my desk.” His words were clipped. The sunlight reflected off the gold band of his ring finger. He twisted it around his finger with the same motion that his stomach was twisting.

The warmth of his coworker’s hand seeped through his vest. “We meant no harm. Besides, you shouldn’t hide them. Its been a long time. You aren’t doing anything wrong. And I don’t,” He sighed before finishing his thought. “I don’t think she would mind, Winston.”

Winston looked up at the woman and the sun light brightened about her head, forming a halo with outline of her hair. Her eyes met Winston’s and she smiled sweetly.

Winston smiled in return as heat crept up his neck. His coworkers hand tightened on his shoulder. “Nah, she wouldn’t mind at all. I think she might be telling you that right now. Look how she brightened the sun.”

THE END

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Note to Self before this Year ends…

I am a planner. I am not just a planner, I toe the line of being rigid with discipline, ticking all the boxes on my list of things-to-do-before-my-bed-calls-my-name.

You know what this blog has done for me over the past year? It has made me crumple my list, not really trash it…yet. I am grateful for that.

Write because I want to, draw because I can, laugh because its healthy, and just breathe.

It has made me super happy, super confused, slightly more spontaneous (a talent this girl lacks), and has given me more ambitious drive to attain that talent…even in the face of frustration…due to not being able to be in CONTROL.1373569138fd7k4 I have found myself praying more and asking for more self understanding.

“Why do I do the things I do? Why do I process information this way? How can I lighten up?”

I have written post about keeping my eyes forward, and yet I have to remind myself to do just that. I am still learning. I am still growing. I am still dancing in the sunlight of creative enlightenment and authentic discovery of my own blessed voice.

I have battled. I have battled with momentum, the need for control; the need to treat this blog not just as my brand but as a business, stuck in ruts of rules and…rigid discipline. I have battled to keep focused and keep breathing. Note in Bottle

The year is almost over and on December the 13th (Maybe I should have waited til then to say all of this…maybe not. Dash the “Rules” and perfect planning) my blog will hit its first year anniversary. (I am pretty sure it is the 13th. God bless the man I marry. I am terrible with dates and tend to forget birthdays. Eek!)

It light of that, in light of all of the frustration, the battles, the things yet to be shared, explored, and ultimately discovered, I still have to remind myself to breathe and to just enjoy the ride. Write because I want to, draw because I can, laugh because its healthy, and just breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

Thank you to all of you who have come this far with me. Thank you for the feedback. Thank you for the “likes” and the “Follows” and even the “Shares.” Solo journeys are rich but company brings such a fantastic flavor to the soup. You all have made me better and I pray to only get even better, not just for self alone but for you guys as well. I want to grow WITH you.

So that is my note to self, with a decision to remind myself of the blog “rules” that I came up with long ago:

Rule #1 Keep to the path. Always remember this blog is about discovering your new light and creative world. Let that be your beacon towards every post.

Rule #2 Don’t take yourself too seriously, this blog is playtime. Playtime is fun and adventurous!

Rule #3 Give what you have at any given moment and spruce things up when more time is available. NEVER FORGET THE POWER OF 15 minutes!

Rule #4 This blog is not a 9 to 5. It is “Creative Therapy.” If you forget to nourish yourself you will faint before you care able to give something satisfying to others.

Cheers!

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