Inspiration Comes in all Forms

 

Do you need a hefty dose of lion-level courage? Will the Full Moon release a creative occurrence that brings forth an abundance of jubilant and meaningful words to a blank page?

 

Writers are weird. We seek inspiration wherever we may find it. My inspiration is the resentment, bitterness, aggression, and hostility that’s built up inside me, and when it boils over, I write. After a few thousand words, I revert-back to my peaceful, simple-self.

 

Unfortunately, sometimes real-life calls, and it forces writers to move on to other things, but that does not mean those inspiring moments are lost. You just put them on hold until you get a break from reality.

 

Eagerness to write and pent-up frustration because you can’t; that is the two-faced demon we all must defeat.

Happy Place

To rejuvenate that enthusiasm, it will take a leap of faith to revitalize your inspirational yesterday – basically that means, no phone, no TV, and cancel the playdate with your pointless preoccupations and the bee in your bonnet.

It’s time to embrace the lessons you learned; the good and the bad.

Stretch out your smiles of yesterday, and build more words upon the lands of your Expressive Sovereignty, and battle the blank page with courage.

Release negative energy. Contemplate what you want to write. Write whatever comes to mind. And for the love of frivolous  punctuation, bad grammar, and misspelled words, please, please, please, Write Like You Mean It!

 

The best smiles are when you type – The End.

 

“Mr. Kafka?”

“Yes, jimmy?”

“Resentment, bitterness, aggression, and hostility? You’re never like that.”

“I was aggrandizing to rouse inspiration.”

“Sounded a bit over-the-top, Mr. Kafka.”

“Thank you, jimmy.”

“It wasn’t meant as a compliment.”

“I know.”

 

-jk-

 

 

 

Words

Words are Guilty and are Sentenced to Death

 

Gather outside the courthouse folks, we need to have us a word burning party!

 

Seriously, seriousness is everywhere and it’s a bit frightening, almost to the point of ridiculousness.

Words and how they’re used are to blame for recent outbreaks of intense behavior. It’s amazing how any one particular word or group of words can incite such rage, and certain words and phrases, that people consider to be offensive, just might get you killed for speaking them in public.

Incredibly, the word ‘evolution’ scared people silly not to long ago; the word ‘religion’ equally scared the masses and still does.

Only if they are spelled correctly and pronounced properly

Words can be powerful. But why? They’re just words. Certain words have been uttered at me over the years, but none of them ever hurt me, after all, they’re just words. Nevertheless, people truly believe words are hurtful.

I’ve spent the better part of my life pondering over words, and I have finally concluded that in order for us to survive, we must enact word-control-laws. Conceal and carry word-laws will keep everyone safe. (I’m packing a loaded 600 page dictionary, so back off.)

Sticks and stones may hurt me, but words never will.  (That’s what they told us.)

So, why do words hurt. They hurt because more often than not, the words being spoken are probably true and thus the reason why they hurt, which not many will ever admit. On the other hand, aren’t we supposed to tell the truth?

It boils down to discretion, good judgment, and sensitivity to avoid embarrassing or upsetting others.

I have four sisters, and when we all come together at Christmas, I tell them they all look good, they’re hair is nice, and, . . . well, you get the point. Saying nice things even though they are probably false makes family gatherings more pleasant. I’m told that being polite and not telling the truth is the better part of valor. In other words, we’re conditioned to hear a lie, instead of the truth.

I rather enjoy being lied to, because I already know the truth, and the truth is boring, but a good lie is always entertaining.

I could list the current group of words that will undoubtedly incite rage, but I’m yellow. (Yellow is an old term, meaning the person is a coward.) Yes, I’m a coward, and I don’t want to upset anyone, so I won’t do it.

A mouth loaded with words is deadlier than a loaded gun. Word abuse is a crime and the punishment is a lifetime of trying to shove them back into your mouth. But a proper lie is eternal happiness, so read or write fiction; it’s never about the truth.

 

“Mr. Kafka, you’re awesome.”

“Thanks, jimmy, you’re awesome too.”

“Now get back to work writing more words, your next book ain’t gonna write itself.”

“jimmy, there’s a word for people like you.”

“But you’re too big of a coward to say it, Mr. Kafka.”

“Hard to argue with the truth.”

-jk-