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| Though still unclear which way to turn in my writing...I was encouraged yesterday by an email from a Writing.Com member which both surprised me and gave me a friendly nudge to keep writing. Perhaps, as in other relationships, just a word of encouragement from one writer to another is all it takes to cause the creative juices to be stirred up and the ideas to begin to flow. I believe that constructive criticism is necessary and beneficial. But there is also something to be said for the friendly nod, now and then. I am not a GREAT writer. No one knows that any better than I do. So, I probably would not benefit very much from anyone feeling compelled to bring that to my attention. But, because I am an average-at-best writer...I do appreciate genuine encouragement. It usually causes me to pick myself up by my boot-straps, give myself a little talking to and get on with what I love to do. It never sets me back or makes me want to give up. I never feel that I should quit after an encouraging word. Though I have had a little problem with inspiration, lately, I have a new reason to try to write. Someone took the time to encourage me and ask me to keep writing...so I will. |
| I've been reading around the writing.com site and wondering what to do next...what to write that has not already been written. So many wonderful authors have posted so many quality works in all the many different genres. It's hard to come up with any really new and fresh ideas when it appears that nearly every topic known to man has been covered by the writers here. Fresh. This is a word which is applied to many aspects of life. Fresh food is best. Fresh smells are desirable. Fresh faces are sought. Fresh feeling is comfortable. Fresh ideas...well, that's the rub! Fresh ideas are stimulating - but fresh ideas are often hard to come by. When a writer can't come up with a fresh idea, a brand-new thought...then, it is worthwhile to come up with a fresh new way of saying something that's already been said or presented. That's the beauty of writing and the fun of being a writer. When it's all been said and done ~ there is possibly a new, fresh way of saying and 'doing' it. So...beginning today I am no longer trying to come up with something entirely new. Instead, I am going to concentrate on trying to present ideas, concepts, and thoughts in fresh, new ways. Being creative is not always about invention. Sometimes it's about making what already exists - better. How to write a better poem, story, article, or essay is what I will seek after. C.L. Hanna |
| Where did the idea of catching a cold come from? To catch a ball, for example, one must be prepared to receive the orb by holding one's hands open and then clasping them around the sphere upon it's impact within their hands or reach with their hands and pluck the object from the air as it invades the space surrounding them. No one in their right mind tries to perform this type of action with an illness such as the common cold. Why then, do we refer to it's onset as "catching a cold?" I have actually fled from the virus. All winter long, I have been trying to avoid this mucous producing, throat irritating, cough stimulating annoyance. I didn't want it and I didn't try to "catch" it. Yet - I am now the recipient of this nuisance. If I had indeed caught this cold...I would have immediately tossed it back from whence it came. I would have thrown it with great force into some other space, removing it from my area, immediately and entirely. I did not catch this cold! But, somehow, I did acquire it against my wishes. I do not desire to have it or keep it, yet I can not find an easy way to remove it from my person. I am stuck with this head cold which is trying to make it's way to my chest. I am it's captive, until it decides to leave me. Therefore, I submit that we do not catch colds, my fellow human-beings, but in fact - colds catch us! |
| You have just received the following private comment/review about item #1072425 entitled: "COMATOSE" You do realize that Terri Schiavo could never have awoken. Nineteen physicians testified that most of her brain had already turned to mush and an autopsy conducted after the death found that she was blind, so she could not have responded to visual cues as her family claimed. Character Count: 276 Rating included: 3.0 stars out of 5.0 stars. (Note: A 3.0 is Average) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Anonymous, This poem was not about Terri - I dedicated it to her memory as this is the one year anniversary of her death by starvation. Whatever may have been found out during the autopsy is irrelevant - after all they could have found that she was NOT blind - but none of that matters once the person is dead (and she was still a person, her physical condition did not change that). If any one were to forcibly starve either you or me unto death, deprive us of all life giving nourishment - it would be called murder, whether or not we could see. This poem is, however, based upon personal experience in which a family member became comatose and remained that way for a prolonged period of time. He was in a fetal position, unable to communicate or even roll over on his own, with much the same expression on his face as Terri had. He did 'awake' and all these years later lives a full and happy life. He told us that he knew when we visited him and could hear EVERYthing we said. So, please, understand that this piece does give voice to the issue for those who may not have a voice - for the moment. By the way, this forum is for review of writing ability and not for personal opinions on the subject matter. Low ratings are unfair when based on personal opinions - and unnecessary. |
| It has not been a harsh winter...just a long one. Waiting for spring to come can be difficult. It is much like waiting for a dream to come true, or a created work to be noticed. But all good things, all worthwhile things, do require time. Of course, none of us really knows how much time we may actually have and perhaps this is what makes for some of our impatience. If we can look at time as a gift, it may help us to appreciate it - whatever the amount we have been allotted. As I get older I am trying to appreciate time. Instead of being so hurried and rushed, often my own imposition, I am attempting to enjoy each moment. Writing has helped me in this attempt, because I must notice more of life if I want to write about it. I must savor it, if I intend to explain it's many flavors to others. I must enjoy and appreciate it if I want my writing to be enjoyed and appreciated. And all of this requires my time. Time is just that - time. It's here and gone. It's fleeting - and it is valuable. For once it is gone...we can never recapture it...except perhaps through our art. Our photographs, drawings, poetry, stories, songs - our art in whatever form - is a wonderful way of preserving precious time. What happens today, will never happen again in quite the same way. But if we can capture the moment through our gifts and share it with others...then it is never really lost. |
| I'm not happy. It has been so long since I have 'priced' eye glasses that I think I am still in shock over the cost of mine. OVER $300! And they are JUST FOR READING! Sorry, I know I'm yelling, but --- it's just ridiculous. I keep thinking that there is very little to them, material wise. I got the 'european' look...you know, they are small frames (actually quite reminiscent of the old-fashioned bi-focals which sat on the end of the nose of many of my teachers) so the lenses will be small - but these are costing me about $200 more than my big round wire rims from the 80's. I know the price of everything has increased since the 1980s, but sheesh!, what is upsetting me is that my husband is blind as a bat and must wear his glasses every waking moment of his life - and his have never cost him this much. And, yes, it is because I am VAIN and he is NOT. He gets the frames for his strong prescription at a discount eye glass shop. The frames he chooses from are, for the most part, discontinued and no longer 'the latest look' in eye wear. But, I have to choose the latest fashion statement - just because they are cool! Fortunately, my husband is the sort who does not hold such foolishness against me. I will never hear from him about the subject, unless I bring it up, and even then he will remain very objective about the whole silly thing. He knows that it's just a bigger deal for most women than it is for most men, to have a 'certain' look. (Sigh) Ya gotta love a guy like that! In the meantime, I just hope I can sell something that I have written for enough to make myself feel a little better about spending that much money! I guess even expensive glasses can't rid me of my 'blind faith'! C.L. Hanna |
| I have seen this title before - attached to other people's blogs...but, now it is MY title, too! YAHOO!!! I know, I know...I'm not the first and I won't be the last to have this experience - but boy, I am going to enjoy this for awhile! After all, I don't know when it may happen to me again. This past month has been a wonderful time of growth and experience in my writing career (can I say career, now?). I am learning to observe - my notebook is never left behind - and I'm learning to expand my viewpoints. My vocabulary is blossoming, once again - (funny how being a full-time Mom can stint your vocabulary's growth), and I really feel more alive than I have in years! All because I am writing consistently! All because I am being who I was created to be. All because of the gift of words! If you are not writing every day...begin! If you can't find a topic...observe! If you need help...ask! If you need a friendly, respectful review...let me know...I'd be glad to give you my two cents (sorry, the article I sold didn't pay much!) I think everyone here at Writing.Com would agree, that together we write better! C.L. Hanna |
| Today was the eye appointment. Since beginning to write with discipline and the fervency of a bee making honey, my eyes have had it! I decided that the long overdue eye appointment was in order. The appointment, itself, was uneventful. My eyes were deemed healthy and there were no problems discovered. My vision, though strained from hours of staring at a computer screen, is not really that bad for someone my age. I needed correction for an astigmatism (which I have had for many years) and I needed help with the closeup stuff, like reading and using the computer. Otherwise, not much to report. Well...not until AFTERWARD, that is. I guess someone messing with my eyeballs took quite a toll on me. About an hour after the initial exam is when I began the 'yucky' feeling in my tummy, accompanied by a slight headache and very sleepy feeling (which was probably enhanced by the virtual exercises my eyes had been put through during the exam). My dilated pupils still have my vision blurred and of course, it had to be a very sunny day, today. Where did that come from? We only get about a dozen of those all year, it seems, and this had to be one! As I walked the short distance to my home from the Dr's. office I was squinting behind my sunglasses and shedding involuntary tears. All of this was expensive, of course. Even though the glasses are only going to be for reading and writing and computer usage, I must look my best! So, I had to have the very stylish frames. And because they ARE just for part-time use, I had to get the scratch resistant lenses so that I won't ruin them the first few days I am constantly taking them off and laying them aside. All in all it was just a very average experience. It's just that I haven't been treated to the eye examination experience for about ten years, now, and I was a little out of shape. I am looking forward to the relief for my eye strain, but not the bill! Eye'll be seein' ya!  |
| I am not comfortable writing about myself. That is the main reason why my blog is not consistently updated. I am not concerned that the reader get to know me...I want the reader to get to know themselves a little better. When I write it is because I am 'inspired'. I am not the inspiration and I do not particularly find my every day life inspiring. I do, however, wish to share inspiration with others, and it usually results in a poem or, on occasion, an article. I write, because I can not stop the flow from my heart to my pen. I write because it is life to me. To live in vain, is to die in vain. To write in vain, is (it could be argued) - to blog.  C.L. Hanna    P.S. I wrote a much better version of this and lost it by clicking on the link for the 'full add entry form' as I mistakenly thought that was the same as a 'preview' pane...DON'T DO IT...I lost a very good piece of writing - inspired - never to return to me quite the same! |
| I couldn't do it! I could not NOT write today! I didn't sleep well last night just thinking of all of the ways that I could NOT write today. But, after a little slumber and a little coffee...here I am back at the same old daily habit - and lovin' it! I guess when you love something, it's hard to avoid it. When you can't turn off your brain to words, you must put them down on paper (or a screen) in an effort to find some release. It's the kind of 'problem' for which there - thankfully - is no cure. If you were created to write...then you must write. We were all created to breathe, and if we refuse to do it, we will die. The same is true for writers. So...LIVE WELL AND WRITE OFTEN! Blessings! C.L.Hanna |
 I'm feeling a little writer burn-out, today. Faithfully writing on a daily basis can take a lot out of someone my age. And then, there is the problem with addiction which I am battling. Yes, I'm addicted to writing - especially poetry. I go to bed each night with rhymes running around inside my brain like mice playing tag. I'm also suffering from blurred vision - the eye appointment is scheduled for February 22nd. I will probably be told that I've fried my corneas by staring at the PC screen for too many hours in a day. But, hey, other than that - I am just fine! I am going to force myself to take a day off, though. I hope it's possible...but, I am already doubting my ability to follow through with the plan. I'll probably see 'ya all tomorrow, then.  |
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