Writing in this "Scorching" British heat wave.

 

I write on a leather sofa that I stick to. That's pretty uncomfortable - truth be told.

At the back of my mind, I’m thinking about schoolwork; the creation of a brand new Sociology GCSE without reasonable time to manifest and deliver - as always - trying my best for great students. I worked in the first week of the holiday, so I’m ‘entitled’ to cast you (work) aside for now.

In the meantime, I’m writing and I’m being faithful to it.

I love how I feel compelled to write even when this unusual scorching "British" August dulls my senses into submission. I battle back. I open Scrivener. I start typing. The sun beats down and fights my resolve to write and create. Ha Ha, I win again today. I win big time.

Oh, to do this full-time: what.a.joy! If only.

Me -prolific? Potentially anyway. What do I do to make this happen, to make this continually happen?

Pipe-dream.

Maybe…

For now, anyway…I take heart in accomplishing another 1,000 words, and I drive forward, remembering the 5 star reviews, rationalising the 3 stars and never,giving.up.

Never.

Heat – you are but a momentary distraction; I welcome you. I approach you with fortitude and undying resolve.

 

 

Making Life that Little bit More Worthwhile

I do think three quarters of the battle in this life is finding a wholesome passion to pursue.

Something so worthwhile that it moves your soul and consumes it; You feel it richly igniting.

Writing does it for me totally. It’s therapy. It’s productive. It re-aligns my head. It nourishes my creative urges. It makes life a lot more worthwhile.

I used to love writing stories as a kid and I’m so glad I rediscovered my long, lost passion. (Glad I found this treasure again with a better brain and a richer understanding of human experience.) I’m lucky to have a passion…but I don’t believe its out of reach for anyone on this planet if they just keep looking, keep turning over life’s stones, and clearing the mud off the underside.

Selfish ambitions and vain conceit simply DO NOT cut the mustard for me: what’s the point in doing something for those reasons? Yet, we’re all wired differently, and some would disagree.

Even if my books are never discovered, I had a heck of a fun time writing them, and I showed great resolve and patience in completing them. I know I can look back on my life and say; at least I made the most of my little talent and tried to nurture it to flourish even if it was only a tiny flower in a garden of abundance.