Category: Write Club

But not forgotten…

March 22nd, 2023

March 22, 2023

1 minute

Hello my flower petal zombies, it’s been a minute. Safe to say I’ve fallen off the writing wagon in the last few days, weeks, months.

This post signals to some that I am getting back on the proverbial wagon. That would be incorrect. I have abandoned the wagon altogether; this game of Oregon Trail won’t survive to manifest destiny.

My life is hectic, and will continue to be unpredictable for the foreseeable future. As such, I am doing away with schedule and deadlines, especially for something I consider a hobby and creative endeavor.

Soundcheck Sunshine will wait for me like an old friend, every time we meet we pick up right where we left off as if no time has passed.

Improving myself through writing is not some passing fancy of mine, it is a deep desire founded from a core memory. I have complete faith in myself; not that I will write with consistency, but that I will always come back to this place.

I have many aspirations tied to my writing, and a mind that often thinks so far ahead I catch myself living in a future state that will never happen. I struggle with the here and now, always looking at the end goal or big picture when the steps to get there are just as important.

I find myself needing reminders that I don’t have to be good at something to enjoy it, to put it out into the universe, and to live without expectations of grandeur and perfection.

Until next time, my wagonless daisies.

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On Intermittance

January 21st, 2023
January 21, 2023

1 minute

in·ter·mit·tent

/ˌin(t)ərˈmitnt/

adjective
1. occurring at irregular intervals; not continuous or steady. “intermittent rain”
The tides of the ocean; a slow glide up the beach, before retreating into the ocean once more.

The cadence of spring rain; at one moment a gentle shower, the next a torrential downpour.

The flickering of fire; warmth fluttering to and fro in a burning dance.

Acts of nature, unbound by time, holding fast to an unknown schedule, changing on a whim. Commanding the world around them to bend to an understanding of the universe where time is the last priority. Neither late nor early, nature acts as the true wizard of this Earthly realm.

To be intermittent is to act out against the bars built in our gilded cages. To be irregular angers the algorithms, upsets the machines that consume our data. To be unpredictable is to thwart the mechanisms created to guide and contain, to nudge us down a path not of our own choosing.

Intermittence, not a panacea to the drudgery, but an offering as a counterpoint. Be steady, yet not. Continuous, with breaks. Be unfaltering in pursuit of goals and dreams, but know that glass need not be held in the fire forever to be molded into something beautiful.

A resolution to be the spring floods that carved the Grand Canyon, but only when there is water in my soul. When the intermittent rain has gone, and my soul withers in despair, I will comfort in the inevitable. The tides will turn, the rains will nourish the soil again, and I will feel the warmth of the flames.

Intermittence is the difference between not right now and never.
Welcome to Write Club

January 8th, 2023

January 8, 2023

2 minutes

Here lies the first installment of what I’m naming Write Club; where I will write one essay every week in 2023. This week’s essay will lay the groundwork for the future essays and cover the why aspect of this whole shenanigan. Let’s get into it, shall we?

First, I suck at goals. It is the year of our lord 2023, and I suck at setting, planning, and fulfilling goals. Hence, me setting a huge, monumental, consistent goal such as writing a whole essay every week. Makes sense, yeah?

I pride myself on being a person of action and living out my ideals, so this year I decided to get my shit together and act. I’ve always wanted to write in some capacity, but my (undiagnosed) brain has problems with ambiguous, nebulous goals, so I’ve never actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard).

What’s different about this year? I’m still the same person, with the same challenges and skills. But I’ve also gained life experience from moving abroad and opening up my mind. I’ve let go of the notion that I need to have everything figured out before I leap. I have zero expectations of this blog right now. It’s just me writing, and whatever unlucky losers who stumble across my page. Hah, welcome loser.

Second, I teach children how to write and I’ve been feeling pretty hollow about my own skill recently. Granted, I teach elementary students, so they aren’t turning in critical analyses of literature or anything, but I want to be assured that I am teaching from a place of experience and not half-forgotten memories from my AP English Lit. class a decade (plus) ago. This blog is my way to practice what I preach, so to speak.

Third, I crave a creative outlet. My time is taken up and I am pulled in many different ways these days (who isn’t?), and writing is an easy creative outlet. With no expectations, this space is here for me however I need it, and I find that freeing and inspiring. I’ve set no goals or rules for Write Club beyond one essay a week, and I’m planning to get wacky with it. My (undiagnosed) brain requires whimsy at every turn to stay interested, and this is my space to feed that part of myself.

So begins Write Club, blessed be everyone who takes that first, frightening step into the unknown.

See you next week my flowers.

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Category: Write Club

But not forgotten…

On Intermittance

Welcome to Write Club