Idea Generators
There are perhaps times when one is at a loss for ideas about which to write. Jen has written some articles about this, which are well worth reading! Also, some of you may know that I am a regular contributor to the Topics Blog. Rasmus, a cool dude from Denmark, has developed a tool to help stimulate your writing senses, called WriteThis.
There are many, many reasons to write, just as there are many things about which to write.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Broken Things
The handle of a homemade clay cup
The broken bike reflector
The torn piece of fabric
The white, small piece of a strategy game
And so many other pieces
Mistakes
Mistakes that were made
Emblems of mistakes that were made
Reminders of my own fallibility
Every time I look inside that old cigar box
My mistake box
I threw it away
I didn't want it any more
Tired of the reminders
Of the things I'd done wrong
It became more of a thorn
Inside my flesh
It outlived its purpose
Forever etched in my mind
Like a splinter
Reminding me of my fallibility
Haunted by the doubts
Anxious about how I'd done
Perfection sought
Obsessed with perfection
I would not give in that easy
Yet now I'm realizing
I don't need to be perfect
God's not interested in perfection --
Only He is anyway
God take my broken spirit
And mend me, make me new
The broken bike reflector
The torn piece of fabric
The white, small piece of a strategy game
And so many other pieces
Mistakes
Mistakes that were made
Emblems of mistakes that were made
Reminders of my own fallibility
Every time I look inside that old cigar box
My mistake box
I threw it away
I didn't want it any more
Tired of the reminders
Of the things I'd done wrong
It became more of a thorn
Inside my flesh
It outlived its purpose
Forever etched in my mind
Like a splinter
Reminding me of my fallibility
Haunted by the doubts
Anxious about how I'd done
Perfection sought
Obsessed with perfection
I would not give in that easy
Yet now I'm realizing
I don't need to be perfect
God's not interested in perfection --
Only He is anyway
God take my broken spirit
And mend me, make me new
Monday, January 06, 2003
This Afternoon Snow
The snowflakes dance and dart about
Wandering from their heavenly home
Carried by Winter's chill
To destinations unknown
Each one survives but a minute
But many together, amidst Winter's chill
Last awhile more
Painting the landscape white
Winter is better this way
More tolerable
Than with Winter's chill only
And nothing with which to paint
For this afternoon snow reminds me
How beautiful
How peaceful
How pure and white
The world can become
Wandering from their heavenly home
Carried by Winter's chill
To destinations unknown
Each one survives but a minute
But many together, amidst Winter's chill
Last awhile more
Painting the landscape white
Winter is better this way
More tolerable
Than with Winter's chill only
And nothing with which to paint
For this afternoon snow reminds me
How beautiful
How peaceful
How pure and white
The world can become
Friday, January 03, 2003
A Note to my Subconscious
Hi. I just wanted to say, I think you suck big time. I know that you enjoy having me be idstracted, see I can't evenr type the word distracted... bah!
Anyway, I would like to say that all my distractiveness comes from the holiday, but I think I'll just fire you, instead. So maybe you're not really my subconscious, but rather some other, mindless entity within me wanting to keep me from doing my job. Well, enough! I win, you lose. You see, I'm the boss of me. You're not the boss of me! I consciously fire you and have put up a sign in my mind that you're not allowed to hinder me from doing my work! Until I let you come back, that is.
Hi. I just wanted to say, I think you suck big time. I know that you enjoy having me be idstracted, see I can't evenr type the word distracted... bah!
Anyway, I would like to say that all my distractiveness comes from the holiday, but I think I'll just fire you, instead. So maybe you're not really my subconscious, but rather some other, mindless entity within me wanting to keep me from doing my job. Well, enough! I win, you lose. You see, I'm the boss of me. You're not the boss of me! I consciously fire you and have put up a sign in my mind that you're not allowed to hinder me from doing my work! Until I let you come back, that is.
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