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On Using What You Have

4 May

Let me preface this with the fact that I’m a geek. I love technology and use it to help me whenever I can.
So, I was helping my son last night with the first day of his new job. He has started working for a company that puts those annoying fliers on the door of your house. Apparently there are a lot of people who work at doing this, part time. They hire on a daily rate. But when they don’t send you out until lunch time, you start to run into the evening hours trying to get done. So, last night, I helped him finish up his last housing area.
As I walked, I lost myself in soaking up the atmosphere of the housing area we were in. It was incredibly rich with sensory input. The houses lent themselves to places a character might find himself or where one might find herself at some point in the plot. There were sounds and smells and colors and textures that were too fresh and concrete to miss out on. But I had an arm load of fliers in one hand and my purse doubling as a tote bag for the rest of the fliers on my back. I didn’t have time to really stop to take notes, even if I had been carrying my journal and my pen with me (which I wasn’t).
I realized I had my phone. It’s a smart phone. I remembered that people say that there is no excuse for not taking pictures on the spur of the moment when you are out because all phones, now, have a camera built right in. And I remembered that mine also has notepad built right in (that synchs to the cloud so even if I got hit by a truck I would have the notes on another device) and a voice recorder. So as I went, I took pictures. I recorded voice notes. I stopped under trees to catch my breath and took quick notes in text format. I used what I had at hand to capture the moment.
Sometimes it isn’t about being in the perfect place to write, but writing in the place that you find yourself.
I also have come to realize that, given the fact that I have Rheumatoid Arthritis and that there are days that I don’t feel up to carrying my journal with me everywhere, I always have my phone. I always have my apps. And it is the perfect tool to allow me to get in a little extra writing when I’m out and about and have some time to take some time. I can be gentle with myself and still feel productive and in touch with myself by using what I can use in ways to fit my life. And I don’t have to spend a small fortune, I can use the apps that are built in or that are free to make do.
It’s important to come to terms with where you are in your writing adventure and make use of the tools that help you with your walk

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What is a Writer?

7 Apr

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I asked myself the other day,

Why am I a writer, what made me that way?
That question’s ad hominem, it asks about me,
But it’s true of all writers, counting you thine and thee
Because when you sit, and examine that question
Writing’s more than a job, not just a profession
A person who writes, whether tiny or small
Is always unique, from the first word they scrawl
So now, let me see, we’ve defined some new terms,
A writer’s a creature, not a snail or some germs
But how do they form? Do they pass some hard test?
Or perhaps are they hatched, from an egg, in a nest?
Now I still don’t have an answer to the question I asked,
But now I have new ones, they are rising quite fast
Is there more than one kind, is it decided by age
Can a man be a writer if he’s not old and sage?
To answer all this we might have to digress
Because it is I who must also confess
I don’t have the answers, I don’t know who’s a writer
I just know that I am one, more than lover or fighter
And I don’t know you, I can’t tell if you are
I don’t know if you rhyme or your thinking’s bizarre
Yet one thing I’ll say, and this fact I ensure
If you think you’re a writer, then you are, to be sure
This poem was written by an author of The Writing Corp. To see more poems by the same writer, hop on over to nesherehrman.wordpress.com/
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