Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 57 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? If you didn’t, what stopped you? Self-doubt can leave you feeling like a deer in the headlights, petrified, off-balance, and powerless. Instead of using your precious minutes to type even a handful of words on the page, you allow yourself to be distracted.
Perhaps you stare at a blank screen, convinced your work recounts an incoherent trip along a winding road leading you nowhere. Your vivid imagination has forsaken you, leaving you in a void of uninspired darkness. You suspect you are a fraud who will never be good enough.
Breathe. Think about the adventure you want your audience to experience, explore your plot, meet…
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wait and see
between each breath
nature’s flower vase
filled with budding beauties
morning dew drops glistening
unquiet trees reach for the sun
confessions of happy thoughts and joy
a blissful season that is never lost
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals. My writing and creative endeavors can be found at my blogs, Eugi’s Causerie (And so it goes…) and PoetryPalette (Poetry, a seasonal state of mind), where I have gathered a following of kindred souls who share my passion for writing. I have authored Seasoned Delights, A Haiku Collection and Mama, me and Mother Nature. I…
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They are predicting snow again. The alarms began on Monday, forecasting 6-10 inches of accumulation. Their cautions made me smile. I have a stocked fridge, heat, electricity, plenty of coffee, and I didn’t have to rush to the store. Daytime temperatures are above freezing, which means my concern is nonexistent. In the off chance we get snowed in tomorrow morning, I know it will melt by noon.
I am happy to let others race around like Chicken Little, while I ignore the winter weather warnings to focus on my work. It has been blissful. When I choose not to engage with the reactionary melee, the din recedes, creating the same gentle hum as my favorite background music. The babbling is a perfect backdrop for my writing. I hope the snow descends and covers the world in a thick, muffling blanket. In the silent, dark, night, I listen to my heart…
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Spilwords.com presents: Jesus Didn’t Drive A Mercedes by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides in Santa Barbara, California.
Today, I will not worry;
to do so drags me down,
makes me lose faith.
The dark voice whispers
all the “what-ifs” but I
refuse to hear for experience
shows me that, in the end,
all is as it should be.
W aiting for disasters that never come
O pen your mind to positive possibilities
R elease all negative thoughts
R esist temptation to fret
Y ou are the sum of your thoughts
Here is some toe-tapping joy music.