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flowerlight
| | Posted on Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 11:13 pm: | |
Introductions
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By flowerlight on Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 08:10 pm:
hmmm, a spiritual writers group sounds great! Lets see what we are all doing? I will go first but I really would like to hear from all of you! I have written a meditation book, a new age compilation book, a dream book, various children's books, articles and a few started fictions yet I have only come close to book contracts so far. I feel my strong points are inspirational and not yet fiction. I hope to learn more about fiction but I love to read inspirational new age etc.. By the way the moderator who wrote the course I am receiving from this site as an e mail is quite insightful!
How about all the other writers here. Lets introduce what we do and what we are passionate about. What do you say? I am looking forward to meeting you all! |
mcsis
| | Posted on Tuesday, August 26, 2003 - 1:02 pm: | |
I too write, all genres except science fiction. Here is one of my essays about having faith in oneself. Perhaps others will relate to it.
Faith, not the religious, trust in God faith, but faith in oneself. Believing in yourself to the extent you are willing to face the possibility of criticism or failure. To overcome self inflicted doubts that chip away at your ego takes courage. It is what I need at this time of my life. Faith, having the courage to step out and face the possibility of failure.
What I am about to undertake is a bold step for me, a monumental test of faith. I am stepping into a world of potential rejection and critics. If for a moment I quiver with a tinge of fear, I tell myself it is only a small stroke on the canvas of my life. It is with slightly trembling hands that I life the palette, blend the colors, and envision the portrait of my future.
For a moment I pull out the old portraits framed in my memory. A wife and mother surrounded by six x small children. It is a watercolor, the soft brush strokes of love mingled with glowing accents of pride. There is the career woman leading senior groups on exciting tours. This is a collage of brightly colored adventures. As a telephone sales rep, the colors are dull, without animation. Lines like a cage crudely enclose the subject shutting her off from creative pursuits.
It is an unfinished work that holds my appraising eye, a portrait of, ‘The Writer’. The background of forgotten manuscripts creates a gray skyline of neglected ambitions. Poems without meter, plays without plots, novels without twists, syntax without style, blend with time worn clichés. Timid hands or a faithless amateur sketched this unfinished portrait. There are no splashes of creative genius, only lack luster dabs at lifeless prose.
Writing was something I did because I had to. Words formed in my mind and nagged me until I put them on paper. Characters created scenarios that blasted me until I released their voices. The muse became my nemesis cajoling me with pretentious ideas of literary worth. I would write until the urge was spent then place the pages into a file drawer. Over the years they were transferred to a trunk. Fear of failure, fear of criticism, fear of rejection sealed the trunk. I had no faith in my talent.
Placating my Muse was sometimes a battle. I was too busy raising a family, having a career and earning a living. I made false promises. "When I have more time", "when things slow down," I silently communicated to the Muse. Feeble attempts were made with notations in a journal and letters to family. I wrote a play. It's in the trunk. I created a poem. It's in the trunk. I scribbled philosophy, started a novel, and developed a fairy tale for my grandchildren. They all reside in the trunk.
As my mind's eye stares at the unfinished portrait I ask myself what is the worst that can happen? Rejection slips from editors, bad reviews from critics? I can't get rejection slips or bad reviews if I never send anything to be published. The worst thing that can happen is that I can fail as a writer. Would that be so devastating? Would I allow fear of failure to rob me of the courage to try?
Fear of failure is a lack of faith. It can inhibit the ideas of an inventor; still the voice of a singer; blind the eyes of an artist; barricade the path of an adventurer. It can also be the catalyst to success. It can drive one to do their best. Facing the fear of failure, plants the seeds of faith that can become the landscape of dreams.
In the final analysis, I realize that leaving the portrait unfinished would be the worst failure. It is with this thought in mind that I dip my brush in the vibrant colors of faith and boldly paint the portrait of the writer. |
Anonymous
| | Posted on Sunday, November 09, 2003 - 6:13 am: | |
I am interested in uplifting mankind from the depths of despair and bring in the sacred white light to envelope the person and manifest atonement for pass transgressions.To be reborn into the spirit and shed the heavy garment of this physical life.Introduce the LIGHTNESS of BEING... |
Sunshiine
| | Posted on Sunday, February 22, 2004 - 8:15 pm: | |
This seems like a wonderful place! Please may I join in?
I call myself a writer because within me the words are seeds, waiting to grow and take form on a page that their buds and flowers might be shared with others.....
But most importantly, they flower for me.
And that is my joy in writing. It is for me.
But I love to see what others grow in their gardens.....so look forward to reading of the gifts that come from within you. Smiles!
Thank you.
Sunshiine |
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