The Lost Art Of Writing
I really would like to get back to writing. The kind of writing that keeps people gripped and on the edge of their seat. While the idiosy of main stream media keep lying to the general public; their topics old by now, politically driven, altered agendas paid by deep pockets to divert, causing and creating diversion and divide...showing more and more ugly that descends through the boob tube!
I just want to write so I can speak truths of a different kind of matter. The matter of the heart. Human connections, the things that should have worked, didn't work, could have been worked on... or the things that most throw their hands up in the air, give up and just walk away becuase they do not know anything else. Their alternative mode does not apply and the person they tried to get one over no longer can play. The wiser person who is (aware) on to their schtick! Life and matters of the heart and how life just happens... it too gets very old!
Writing releases so many emotions and gets us in touch with things we can feel... and the things that can be transpired to another to understand various points of view. Tag phrases and inuendos that some can catch onto making that certain part of their brain click, the aha moment of a realization or the dawning of a revelation. As I often have taught a few classes on journaling; the hand eye connection of fluidity for words that can't be easily spoken. The fear that gets caught in one's throat, messages that can glide across pages easier to dump, download and spew through the fingers to release everything that is or has been sacred to one's soul... and heart.
My aunt Phyllis told me a very long time ago, put it in writing. Let your mind search for the words and let your fingers wander putting everything you need to say word by word, sentences that formulate paragraphs into what ever it is you are trying to convey! She would be very proud...
As we see the continuance of the dumbing down of America, and the complacency of parents who want to keep their children home because they have been made to believe that the fear of... is better to keep them away from school. I shake my head. This soft generation with no back bone or common sense! I am no scholar but by today's standards most parents of young school age children are not equipped to home school. The digital age can not teach everything a child needs and the further we get away from a trained educational professional, the further away we get from the basics of writing, reading, spelling and the common core of teaching critical thinking for themself. It is so very very important to have a child understand the neccesity of proper writing and although we have gotten light years away from a hand written note and how to address a letter to be snail mailed... it is still very very important. Lost arts and a cancel of culture... THE DUBMING DOWN OF AMERICA!
Somewhere in my youth I knew I wanted to write. It takes a certain bravery to sit with your thoughts and deal with scenes in your head as if you are watching a movie and then transpose into words. That raw feeling of emotion... the things that grip your gut. Over the last 10 years I have written, a carthetic healing. I have not attempted to write chapters in my books in over a year but every once in awhile I play the scene in my head and I contemplate how I would convey what needs to be told... or said so someone can understand the story line that means so much to me!
"Beau never understood how a mother could just walk away from her child for some smooth talking charmer she met on line. People did not change but it would take a few years of real life to set in before Penny realized she had been taken for a ride. Women like her though were used to being dragged thru the mud. She hadn't pot to piss in when she met Hank. Her rented apartment with boxes stacked high, a mattress on the floor and barely a place for her child to sleep. A shared mattress and a dishelved place of existence. No wonder the judge gave custody to the child's father. A stable-r environment. The child's father having a long list of DUI, traffic tickets and disorderly disturbances... life of an alcoholic. Penny running from one mess into the flames of another. Only this time without her child. A stiff dick more important than the child she bore. Anything would have looked better than what she had, where she lived, how she existed or the other men she participated with! Bleach blonde worn and outdated stark eyeliner... every alcoholics dream!
It made no difference to Hank. His kids grown and so many lies that distorted that family dynamic. Beau was thankful for the hours she spent with his mom. The stories and secrets the old woman shared finally baring her soul, the things she needed to say to get off her chest. The years of what she kept quiet over. Beau was so grateful for the trust and the moments of laughter that resounded from all the stories. In a very somber tone she recalled "you know my husband and that women he was married to had some very odd bond. They each had a secret they held over one another's head. Damn fool man, I was not stupid but to keep the peace I stayed quiet til now." Beau pouring each another cup of coffee adding just enough cream to sweeten the moment. Moments like this were a lost art, far and few between... a real connection with real heartfelt sentiment!
Just as one man had secrets so it had been passed onto his son. She never knew deception could be passed through genes but as that sweet old women spoke, apparently it did."
It's a gift to write. It's a gift to have a talent and to share that talent with others that want to read, study and learn. The Dumbing down of America. I can hardly stand it. While my classes have been on a hiatus and my coaching has been put on hold, I've looked for other means to survive and truly have put quite a few emotions on a back burner. The need to feel things not so important any more. The need to further with my life more sacred.
As the world starts to reopen, I have ventured out on a few day trips and a few overnighters. The things I love to do! Take pictures, breathe and relax although we all don't know how any of this is going to turn out... I am hoping to get back in touch with the things that got me going in this direction to begin; the love of writing and conveying the words that keep people gripped on the edge of their seat...always wanting to know more!
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
I just want to write so I can speak truths of a different kind of matter. The matter of the heart. Human connections, the things that should have worked, didn't work, could have been worked on... or the things that most throw their hands up in the air, give up and just walk away becuase they do not know anything else. Their alternative mode does not apply and the person they tried to get one over no longer can play. The wiser person who is (aware) on to their schtick! Life and matters of the heart and how life just happens... it too gets very old!
Writing releases so many emotions and gets us in touch with things we can feel... and the things that can be transpired to another to understand various points of view. Tag phrases and inuendos that some can catch onto making that certain part of their brain click, the aha moment of a realization or the dawning of a revelation. As I often have taught a few classes on journaling; the hand eye connection of fluidity for words that can't be easily spoken. The fear that gets caught in one's throat, messages that can glide across pages easier to dump, download and spew through the fingers to release everything that is or has been sacred to one's soul... and heart.
My aunt Phyllis told me a very long time ago, put it in writing. Let your mind search for the words and let your fingers wander putting everything you need to say word by word, sentences that formulate paragraphs into what ever it is you are trying to convey! She would be very proud...
As we see the continuance of the dumbing down of America, and the complacency of parents who want to keep their children home because they have been made to believe that the fear of... is better to keep them away from school. I shake my head. This soft generation with no back bone or common sense! I am no scholar but by today's standards most parents of young school age children are not equipped to home school. The digital age can not teach everything a child needs and the further we get away from a trained educational professional, the further away we get from the basics of writing, reading, spelling and the common core of teaching critical thinking for themself. It is so very very important to have a child understand the neccesity of proper writing and although we have gotten light years away from a hand written note and how to address a letter to be snail mailed... it is still very very important. Lost arts and a cancel of culture... THE DUBMING DOWN OF AMERICA!
Somewhere in my youth I knew I wanted to write. It takes a certain bravery to sit with your thoughts and deal with scenes in your head as if you are watching a movie and then transpose into words. That raw feeling of emotion... the things that grip your gut. Over the last 10 years I have written, a carthetic healing. I have not attempted to write chapters in my books in over a year but every once in awhile I play the scene in my head and I contemplate how I would convey what needs to be told... or said so someone can understand the story line that means so much to me!
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"Beau never understood how a mother could just walk away from her child for some smooth talking charmer she met on line. People did not change but it would take a few years of real life to set in before Penny realized she had been taken for a ride. Women like her though were used to being dragged thru the mud. She hadn't pot to piss in when she met Hank. Her rented apartment with boxes stacked high, a mattress on the floor and barely a place for her child to sleep. A shared mattress and a dishelved place of existence. No wonder the judge gave custody to the child's father. A stable-r environment. The child's father having a long list of DUI, traffic tickets and disorderly disturbances... life of an alcoholic. Penny running from one mess into the flames of another. Only this time without her child. A stiff dick more important than the child she bore. Anything would have looked better than what she had, where she lived, how she existed or the other men she participated with! Bleach blonde worn and outdated stark eyeliner... every alcoholics dream!
It made no difference to Hank. His kids grown and so many lies that distorted that family dynamic. Beau was thankful for the hours she spent with his mom. The stories and secrets the old woman shared finally baring her soul, the things she needed to say to get off her chest. The years of what she kept quiet over. Beau was so grateful for the trust and the moments of laughter that resounded from all the stories. In a very somber tone she recalled "you know my husband and that women he was married to had some very odd bond. They each had a secret they held over one another's head. Damn fool man, I was not stupid but to keep the peace I stayed quiet til now." Beau pouring each another cup of coffee adding just enough cream to sweeten the moment. Moments like this were a lost art, far and few between... a real connection with real heartfelt sentiment!
Just as one man had secrets so it had been passed onto his son. She never knew deception could be passed through genes but as that sweet old women spoke, apparently it did."
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It's a gift to write. It's a gift to have a talent and to share that talent with others that want to read, study and learn. The Dumbing down of America. I can hardly stand it. While my classes have been on a hiatus and my coaching has been put on hold, I've looked for other means to survive and truly have put quite a few emotions on a back burner. The need to feel things not so important any more. The need to further with my life more sacred.
As the world starts to reopen, I have ventured out on a few day trips and a few overnighters. The things I love to do! Take pictures, breathe and relax although we all don't know how any of this is going to turn out... I am hoping to get back in touch with the things that got me going in this direction to begin; the love of writing and conveying the words that keep people gripped on the edge of their seat...always wanting to know more!
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
