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Just Be There Blog

by DyrHearte writes

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing.Com · #388967

Daily notes and timed freewrites but mostly my blog

All comments are encouraged, I am interested in what others think and feel along the topics I choose to write about.

Highlighted entries:

[#732826] "In Memory"

Thank-you geja8856 for this wonderful gift

Half Borgevna and half Morivini and destined to save her world.

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Writer_Mike

Jun 9, 2020 at 4:19pm
In response to "Remember "Tricky Dicky"?"

I don't remember Mr. Nixon well, as I was just a teenager not particularly interested in politics, but I was sitting in my barracks room about 5 miles away from the Oval Office when he resigned. It was a very strange time and strange feeling. The last time I "lost" a President in office was when JFK was assassinated. Nixon's resignation wasn't at all the same scenario, but something had still gone very wrong.

DyrHearte writes

Dec 13, 2019 at 2:27am
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

Yes, shoveling, comes with the wet white. I see that it's snowing again a bit. So maybe we will have this around for a while

DyrHearte writes

Dec 13, 2019 at 1:36am
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

Yes, shoveling, comes with the wet white. I see that it's snowing again a bit. So maybe we will have this around for a while

MichelleWriteMeow

Dec 11, 2019 at 7:45pm
In response to "snow, shoveling, scraping off car, wet, slippery snow"

I sat down to work on something late last night, and between midnight and 2 a.m. -- I finally looked up to realize there was snow outside. And it kept snowing and snowing. It warmed up a bit but I sort of hope it stays, too. We had that one weird storm in October (they didn't close campus but I was absolutely late for class), and then nothing since! I drove back from a neighboring city last night and got lucky: all I encountered was fog. Now I'm waiting to hear if I have to shovel that sidewalk all the way around the side of the house...

DyrHearte writes

Sep 3, 2019 at 12:30am
In response to "Rescue"

I visit often, but I haven't written for a long while. Today my muse was frisky

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🌕 HuntersMoon

Sep 3, 2019 at 12:13am
In response to "Rescue"

Where ya been? Miss seeing you around. Reads well.

DyrHearte writes

Jul 2, 2018 at 11:45am
In response to "Fortune Cookie Wisdom"

Nah, I'll take the soft pretzel with mustard. Good to see you Ken

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🌕 HuntersMoon

Jul 1, 2018 at 10:09pm
In response to "Fortune Cookie Wisdom"

Glad to see you back and posting something. 😃 First of all, it's from a fortune cookie! 😜 Let me interpret it for you:

Live for today - Eat the damn cookie.
Remember yesterday - You were hungry for something sweet.
Plan for tomorrow - Yuk - this tastes like cardboard. Maybe I'll go with a cupcake!

😂 🤣 Ken

🌕 HuntersMoon

May 30, 2017 at 9:07pm
In response to "Creativity Agenda"

Now you've got it!

Remember, write first for yourself. Who cares if anyone else likes it? That's not why we write. Just remember what Robert Frost said: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." Yes, it's that's simple

Ken

DyrHearte writes

May 29, 2017 at 1:37pm
In response to "climate differences"

Sad to say that time isn't my problem. Whenever I had that urge to get something down on paper, I've always made the time to do it. Writer's block isn't related to having the time to write; for me, my internal environment isn't correlated to getting creative. Don't know why, as soon as I figure it out I know I can get my books back on track. Somewhere, when my relationship stopped, my self confidence, or self friendship got all messed up and the energy required to complete my dream went away. I've had all the time I've ever needed to finish all four of my books...I've not had the creative energy to finish them.

With this move back into a peopled world where I can sink or swim on an emotionally caring level, I hope to rebuild my confidence in my talents again. I think that is the key to my creative energies. I'm hoping so, because nothing else has worked these last many years.

May 8, 2017 at 12:50pm

#910698

I write Fantasy because reality gives me writer's block

I have visited my blog several times since the 20th of April, but the words weren't forth coming for me to write. Eleven days ago I copy and pasted a rewrite to an older story with which I was quite pleased; but, nothing of blog style has happened. Today I think I will push a bit and see what may come out of the ol' Just Be There and Write, dammit! I haven't had that spirit in a while.

As I mentioned on the 20th of last month, My son has wanted me to be closer for some time. When his older brother died, I must have appeared a bit fragile because his invites were persistent for several years. My reasons for declining his invitations over the years, I believe, were necessary, however. During the time from 2011 and now I had a lot of emotional baggage to sort out. I still had the adult-survival of childhood trauma to deal with, as well as the break up of my last love partnership, and the sudden death of my oldest child. I knew, instinctively, that I must be alone to get myself together. It took six years, but today, I can see the benefit of those six years.

I've found myself. I know who I am, not through the reflection of others, but from inside me. Maybe being over 60 has had something to do with my ability to finally mature passed my painful personal history. I'm sure living with only myself has had a major impact on the success of my present maturity. I believe that while I was playing at live in relationships, I was burying the past: or at the least, ignoring the past; so that everyday life could be dealt with. In other words, although it was necessary for me to attend to my children's needs when they were younger, my personal growth needs were not attended to. The same with living with the love of my life. Her needs always seemed to overshadow and distract me from attending to my own.

I wish the dynamics of our separation could have occurred differently, I think I am finally the person she could have loved as much as I loved her. I say loved...I could never let that door open between us again. Her method of separation pretty much burned that bridge. My ability to trust her with my heart was shattered. I think we can be friends, but as most people may have figured out, to be my friend is a hit and miss sort of thing. Unless I see ya everyday, I tend not to think about you. I get too focused on who and what is immediately in front of me. So much of that is related to the self defensive behaviors I developed from my childhood experiences. "Out of sight, out of mind." Every moment was spent in self protection and survival mode when I was a kid. I could only see that which was effecting me at the time.

And as Kenifyd's dialogue reflects, sometimes the past hurts take a lot from a person. Kenifyd was a story I wrote to get me to see what my potential future would be like if I didn't deal with my childhood trauma's. I could see myself at 90 years old with dementia and consumed by my personal pain. Kenifyd was set in a Mesopotamian type, rural setting because I like to write in fantasy settings. I personally can reflect so much more through fictional story telling than with realism. Reality tends to give me writer's block.

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