Writing is the communication of the writer's hopes and dreams. To write is to express the laughter, the tears, the joys of the heart. It is the writer's desire to communicate all his feelings and desires in her/her heart to a reader.
|The days of soccer in Brazil are now finished. We look back and realize we have enjoyed ourselves so very much we actually forgot to watch other TV shows!!! It is worth it, though because we did not have to contend with "commercials", which we condemn as "pitiful, a waste of money, and really worthless".
The excitement of watching a game of soccer is something magical and far more enjoyable than a lousy commercial. With the technology we now enjoy, we are able to record shows we love, and eliminate the commercials altogether. Recording and forwarding are such encouraging rules that we use - just so we can get rid of commercials!!!
Take, for example, when we are watching a part of a show, and suddenly a commercials comes on, cutting off our vision of what happens when our interest is at a peak. Don't we hate that? Yes, we do. Commercials are there because the station says so; and no matter how we hate it, they are going to come up and spoil our interest in a show. But thank goodness we have an item we can push and get rid of commercials. We wonder. Do stations know their commercials are plain bothersome?
We were awfully glad, though, those commercials practically melted into nothing by just a flip of a botton!!!
In the meantime, let's have more soccer!!!
What Makes Us Selfish?
|Today I am reminded of things that we sometimes forget: like telling your adult children you love them; like saying sorry when you've hurt someone's feeling; like doing something for someone who needs help; like loving someone.
What is it that makes us selfish? Are we born selfish? Did we acquire selfishness? Did we teach ourselves to be selfish? Are we by nature selfish?
What is it that makes us selfish? There is a story about a woman who admitted she was selfish. She said she needed to be selfish because her family was selfish, especially her mother. She realized early on her mother did not care for her at all - nor did she care for the rest of the family. All she cared for was her husband. She did not want him to love anyone else, not even the children, because she wanted his love all to herself. She did not want to share her husband with anybody else - most especially her children. Was that the ultimate of selfishness?
Is it wrong to be selfish? Let's look at this mother who loves her husband, and did not want to share her husband's love with her children. Was she wrong? Why did she not want to share her husband's love with her children? Why did she have children in the first place? Because her husband wanted children? But there is such a thing as contraception or a surgery that would remove her reproductive organs. Was she wrong to be selfish?
People have their own ideas of things, especially things that concern their feelings of love, hatred, pity, sympathy. If the daughter experienced the selfishness of her mother, do we condemn her for hating her mother? Do we conclude that one day when she does marry, that she will become like her mother?
Selfishness, what art are thou?
The Artist in the Writer
|What is the role of the artist in the writer? What comes first, the artist or the writer?
If the artist has the stronger influence on the writer, does it mean the literary work comes as a picture or image of the thoughts of the writer? Let's see:
The artist would write a work that would represent her artistic nature, such as: the beauty of the daylilies that she visits daily in her garden influences her to write poetry, an artistic work that talks about love, heartbreak, tears, laughter, separation, revival, forgiveness. The poet is the artist who writes about the heart, about love's enduring influence, about the pain of separation, about the laughter in the joy of recapturing lost love, about forgiveness that resulted in misunderstanding. Such is art.
The writer as a nonfiction artist believes and uses words that are explanations of the way the object works. Let's look at a boomerang. What is a boomerang? It's a piece of wood that is carved into a half moon, that can fly when thrown upward. There is no art in the explanation, only words that give meaning to the article that is being described. Art is lost in nonfiction!
And so to the writers of today, take your art seriously and paper the world with all the artistic talent you have!!!
Small Acts of Kindness
|I have read somewhere about people who are trying to change their attitude, and learning to do small acts of kindness.
I think it is admirable for people to perform acts of kindness. I believe it is possible to be kind, and to learn to change one's attitudes and thinking toward another.
Why, for example, would I forgive the person who brutally beats me because he wants my purse? From that moment on, my human feelings toward the thief are hatred, a consuming dislike to the point of either actually killing her/him or finding someone who would do her/him harm, to satisfy my hatred. How am I to do a small act of kindness to anyone who steals and do harm to another?
Yet, I read about people who are trying to do acts of kindness. How do they do it? I do admire them, praise them for thinking of and wanting to be kind. I cheer them for their good heart. I respect them because as humans I know it would be quite difficult for me to be kind if I am consumed with hatred.
So, if you are one of those who believe you can do an act of kindness, I salute you. May you continue your good effort; may you recruit others to do small acts of kindness, may you become successful in all your effort.
Blessings to you, whoever you are.
|I believe writing is the most difficult task to do, especially to a beginner. There are critiques who would put you down just because you have no degree in writing. There are those who would tell you your writing is full of "non data" or "inaccuracies" just because they think your work is not worth a read; that you are "stupid" enough to do research, and then produce your work in print. There are still others who would pretend to review your work, come up with a "fix" to your idea, and totally cross you out as someone who tries to outdo the real published writers.
I believe there are people who are aware of their "need" to let you know they can write your work much better; that however your work is as precise as the research you undertook, that you are treading into their "world", and that you should stop, look, and listen, and be aware you are NOT welcome in their part of their world. What they are actually telling you is, get off, you will never be like "us", like the "experts".
Is the writing world actually that bad? Are writers really and truly afraid of competition? Do published writers think beginners cannot write because their experience, expertise, and know-how are not EQUAL to the published writers? I feel sad to come to this conclusion.
Are published writers afraid of competition?
What is the point in writing?
Children of the World2
|From across the ocean came another news of children, who have been abducted. This time, the children are young girls.
From Africa the head of an organization that abducted the children announced through a video that he took the children and was going to sell them in the open market. He laughed and enjoyed the announcement.
The TV picture turned to the parents, mostly mothers, who were anxious, worried about their girls, and praying for the return of their young ones.
What is happening to our world? to our children? to our homes? What was the reason behind the abduction? What have the girls done to deserve a life of slavery? Has the world gone mad?
Has God abandoned His children?
It is heartbreaking to read about events that concern children. We watch TV news, we read news in papers, and more than that, we are aware of our children getting shot in the streets, abducted, injured in accidents, abandoned.
We feel the heartbreak of parents who lose their children. We sympathize with their tears. We question the many incidents that happen to children, and we are at a loss how or what we can do to help, even as we realize there is very little we can do. Especially when news of children happen outside of our own community.
We can pray. We can donate our services and financial ability to the United Nations responsible for the safety of children in the world. We can educate our people to organize funding charities, to help keep our children safer. We can be more aware of the problems children face when they are away from us. We can love our children much, much more so that they in return would love us and keep us informed of their anxieties. We must learn to create a loving atmosphere within our homes so that our children would have no reason to look for love outside our family.
To parents of the world, what have you done to keep your children safe?
April 22, 2014 at 12:36am
Children of the World
|I grieve for the children who lost their lives at sea, in South Korea. Whatever the reason for the sinking of the ferry, I feel a sadness in my heart for their parents, who have to ask themselves the question, why my children?
This is a tragedy that parents have to endure, a part and parcel of the many worries and heartbreak in life. Whatever and whoever was responsible for this ferry sinking, parents must find it in their hearts NOT to blame themselves. From the moment parents decide to have children, they must ask themselves: have we got a big heart to accommodate the many incidents that children bring to their life?
Children are not commodities. They are our life, our hearts, our breath. They give us laughter. They are the many reasons our life are complete. They are the "salt of the earth", the lives who will continue to make our planet a living and breathing planet.
Cry, dear parents, blame yourselves for the loss of your children, but remember you decided to have children, and you must know that one day you will shed buckets of tears and heartbreak upon heartbreak for creating your children.
Accept the tragedy, the death of your children, because the circumstances that led to their passing are not your creation. Be thankful you had them, loved them, cared for them, that you would have died for them. Life just dealt you a blow that you may or may not recover from. Remember, though, that your love has been your children's life until the day they decided to take a chance to go their own way.
March 17, 2014 at 12:48am
A Question of Insult
|It is sad to face the fact that he is a sensitive person. We have been married for over 10 years now, and I still don't know how to remind him about seeing a doctor. If a remind him once, he gets irritated. Then if I keep reminding him, he gets angry. Because he says I'm insulting him.
For the first time I realize I don't need to remind him at all. He is an adult and reminding him irritates him, going to the extent I am insulting his intelligence. Suddenly I wake up and understand why he feels insulted.
I do remind him quite often. And some of the time, I just forget myself, and keep on reminding him. Now if he would do the same to me, I would probably say, he is insulting my intelligence.
Suddenly I see his side. I guess it is not the reminders that irritate him, but the constancy of it all.
As a promise to myself, I will stop reminding him from now on. But then, if I stop, when will I know that he will go and see his doctor? Yes, of course, I don't need to know about that. I shall just trust him and be happy when he comes one day and tells me, he has been to see his doctor!!!
Do you have this problem?
February 12, 2014 at 1:26am
|She cannot cry. Even as her brothers mourned and shed tears for the death of their youngest brother, her eyes did not water nor did she feel any emotion that should have made her cry.
She was sad and the grief in her heart was real. She reminded herself this was the brother she took care when he was newly-born, and as he grew up. There were nights she was up, walked him to sleep when he was teething. There were days she stayed home, to babysit the boy when nobody was around to do it.
Then, there was the separation. He went away to a foreign country, worked as an oil engineer, and seldom came home. He seldom wrote letters, either, always giving the excuse he was not a letter-writer. He definitely disliked writing.
She heard one day he became a smoker. She was devastated. She wrote to him, begged him to stop the habit, that one day it may kill him. He laughed it all off, of course, and insisted cigarettes were not and will not make one ill.
Years passed. The young brother married, had children of his own, but still continued smoking. His children grew up, went to college, and still he smoked. He retired one day from work, and spent practically most of his days smoking - at sport games he attended, at parties with friends, at weekly card games. People gave him a name: The Chimney.
He returned one day to the foreign land where he first worked as an engineer. He was alone then. His wife had passed on and his children found life with their own growing families. Still he smoked...
One night as she read a book about the poison of smoking, the telephone rang. Annoyed at the call she thought was a "scam", she put down the book. At the other end of the line came a voice of doom:
Your brother collapsed at a friend's house party. He was rushed to the emergency. Apparently, his lungs were congested and he could not breathe. He died on the way to the hospital...
She listened intently. She waited for the tears. She shivered, her hands shook, her heart beat raced. But there were no tears...
January 23, 2014 at 2:32am
What Is Your Goal?
|What is your goal? We are asked this many times, wherever we go and join a group. What is a satisfactory answer? To do the best we can? To keep up with the activities of the group, and be active all the time? To share our hopes and dreams with the group? What is the right answer?
Joining a critique group is something we should consider. Let's say, the critique group is about writing children's book. So, the group decides to critique the work of each member. One member comes up with a story about a girl who loves dancing. Another comes up with a tale about an orphan girl. Still another writes about a boy who is missing.
Before we go ahead with this line of thinking, we should consider that all these writers are educated but not published. They critique each other's work, or they give their reason why such a statement or such an idea is not good as a children's book. Most of the time, they do not critique but each and everyone makes a criticism. The reason, because the statement does not sound reasonable or the story will not fly or the number of words are not acceptable as a children's book.
What actually happens is that emotion comes up as the sole reason we pretend to critique. We do not understand there are rules to follow, and with our emotion aroused, we criticize. We should critique because the story "tells" and not "show". We critique because the rules of writing are not followed. We criticize because we have not learned the proper way to critique.
But we can learn to critique, can we not?
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