There’s something to be said for writers who are simply unafraid of failing. They just produce, day after day, and hope that they’ll be able to get something out there that people will read and enjoy.
That something to be said is: you and I can be one of them too.
We just have to start writing. We have to go through the act of opening up Medium.com, clicking on the “Write” button, and getting our fingers moving on the keyboard.
And then we must go back up to that green button and hit “Publish.”
We don’t necessarily need an…
I hadn’t seen light in years.
The yellow beam of something other than darkness cast itself upon the wall next to me. It created a perfect circle on the dingy, yellow stone. With all of the dust settling from the pounding above, it almost looked like a thread pulled tight from the hole above all the way to the wall.
“Hello? I’m still here, I’m still alive. I’d very much like someone to answer me!”
More pounding. The thud from above was creating a deafening twang of metal striking stone and it echoed deep into the chamber below and…
Well, it’s been two weeks so far and I’ve managed to write something every day. I’ve discovered that there’s a lot more to it than simply publishing something on Medium for every day of this journey.
That may not be true for everyone trying to get into writing, but it’s been true for me so far.
Let’s take a look at a few things I’ve learned in the past couple weeks so we can recap where we’re at.
One of the things that I’ve come to realize is that I really enjoy other forms of writing besides publishing online. …
Finding the best pizza I’ve had in Oregon isn’t a journey that led me into Portland. While there are quite a few good pizza joints in the city, you’ll need to head south to an unassuming place that looks like a house with an “Open” sign in the window. It’s in Newberg and it’s called Forage.
I keep calling it “the best gift I’ve ever given myself” because, well, it is. I’m 38 years old and I’m the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been in my whole life.
I’ve been sober for 9 months, 7 hours, 9 minutes, and 38 seconds. How do I know that? I’ve got an app called I Am Sober that keeps track of it for me. It’s a nice little reminder that I did something great for myself a while back, and I keep doing something great for myself every day.
Some stop drinking because of a traumatic life event. That…
Today’s morning meditation was about failure; something I’ve experienced quite a few times in my life in various ways. I’ve failed to get a startup off the ground (but I’m working on it), failed at marriage, had my face broken trying to rescue somebody, wasn’t able to hack it living in paradise, and more. However, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in 38 years on this planet so far, it’s that failure is inevitable.
My failures are my stories, and they’re probably yours too.
The Anna Karenina principle is one I like to bring up a lot when talking to…
For a set of words to be a Haiku, there’s supposed to be an additional element to them called a “kireji (切れ字)” or “cutting word.” I’m still working on how to best incorporate that into the practice of writing these short little poems. In the meantime, what I’ve enjoyed about the process is defining words into the structure.
A haiku is meant to have the following structure:
By doing this in the morning, it allows me to collect my thoughts that first enter my brain as the daylight starts to inform my day. …
Alright, fine, I’ll do it. It’s 9:45am on a Saturday morning, and it’s going to be around 108º today. I’ll keep on drinking my iced Americano (second coffee drink of the morning) and I’ll make words happen.
Today is day 5 of 60 for making writing a habit. Yesterday was day 4 and I did a ton of writing. I can’t share much of it, however. A great deal of the writing that I did was for a business plan for a fundraising document. …
I have been a fan of Bruce Lee since I was a small child. My father was the one who got me into him by introducing me to his films when I was younger. The fight between Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris in “The Way of the Dragon” stuck with me during my childhood and solidified my love of martial arts. It led me to attempt a pursuit in Taekwondo which was an utter failure for me. Partially because of my instructor (according to dad), and partially (probably, mostly) because I was not a very disciplined child. …
A full week since I last wrote slowly and, yet, the memory of it feels significantly fresher in my mind. I wonder if there’s something to be said for incorporating the physical act of writing in the actual satisfaction, and therefore memory of writing? In a similar fashion to meal memory that occurs when you actually sit & focus on eating a meal, I think it’s quite possible the same exists for the act of writing.
Maybe typing out a quick post is more akin to snacking; we certainly don’t have to commit as much mentally when doing so. Mistakes…
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