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How was everyone's St. Patty's Day? 🍀 I was true to my Irish heritage and spent the entire day wasted. Don't judge me lol. Also, I'm sorry I wasn't really on Instagram yesterday! I needed a day to myself. But never fear-- I'm back!
Since I missed yesterday's #marchlitwrit prompt, I figured I'd include my answer here. My favorite genre to write is fantasy! I also hope to write more SciFi as well. Finally, I like writing contemporary stories, which often include plotlines or themes of mental illness. I was a psych major, what can I say? ☕
Today's #marchlitwrit prompt is a humorous moment from your WIP. Most if the humor comes from my characters interactions with each other. I love writing banter. Here's a scene where my MC, Asher, is afraid his master, Blaise, is mad at him: .
“‘Morning, old man,” Asher said carefully.
Blaise didn’t look up from his news. When Asher sidled over to the table, his master pushed a mug towards him. “Coffee?” he asked.
Asher plopped across from him, relief blossoming in his chest. He didn’t seem mad. “Thanks.”
Blaise poured some from the kettle. He finally glanced up as Asher took a sip. With a hard stare he asked, “Good?”
“Pretty good,” Asher answered.
“Nice,” Blaise said, and dropped his cigarette right in the cup.
This guy is a quiet type of mad. I'd be PISSED if someone put their cig in my coffee 😂
Do you celebrate St. Patty's day? Also, I'm curious: anyone from Ireland or the UK that can tell me what they think of the holiday? Do people in the UK use it as an excuse to party like Americans do? hahaha 🍀 #happystpatricksday#afterworlds#scottwesterfeld#booksandcoffee#amreading#currentlyreading#reader#readersofinstagram#writersofinstagram#bloggersofinstagram#writblr#bookblr#amwritingfantasy#ireadfantasy#ireadya#yafantasy#instagramwriters
Just re-sharing some of #mywords and #mythoughts :- I
The way you face is the direction you're going
Like riding a bike!
It may seem a simple analogy but it is really that simple -
Only Forwards and Ahead takes you forwards, turn left or right and that's the way you go.
Using this analogy, both metaphorically and physically speaking,
if you're constantly looking back then you won't/can't move forwards and you'll never get anywhere!
Facing backwards keeps you focused in that direction and only on what's behind you not on seeing/looking where you're going (or where you could be going). It's the same with looking down! You won't see barriers or obstacles until they're right in front and on top of you then bang, too late, you're having to deal with the consequences when much could have been avoided or at least prepared for.
But even when we're facing forwards it's not enough if we do so without our eyes fully open. Facing forwards, even with our head up, done without opened eyes means for certain there'll be many (unnecessary) wobbles and falls.
Like riding a bike!
And as with learning to ride a bike, once the lesson's learnt practiced reinforced mastered, it's always with us. But it doesn't mean we should forget still needing a firm grip, good balance and control, and an awareness of all around us!
Oh yes 'Riding a bike' - so many analogies -
really interested to read your thoughts in a comment below or, since you have made it through reading this far, why not use this as a prompt for a post?
Just don't forget to tag me both in your caption and image do I get to see and read!
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They say love is blinding. Well it is. For a while it blurs all the components of the bigger picture and just gets you caught up with whats with in the box. You lose focus and lose what’s on the longer distance and so you just see the rain drops and the snowflakes and feel special by the wonderful strokes of nature. You feel like your floating in beautiful clouds like Wendy and peterpan. .
And when that beautiful story suddenly ends, when you fall out of it_ it’s like you take your glasses off and see all the city lights and cars and hustles that are already far ahead of you. All over a sudden there are no clouds. An epic fail back to the world we’re gravity is no longer you ally. And yeah, you’ll will think,
We will all think, what our part was in the realer world that we were out of for a while? .
Regrets,anger,mistrust,criticism,doubts........all the chaos of post-love starts streaming down our veins. Through all this, some of us will find ourselves and move on, while some of us get lost somewhere else....
But yet, love, it still survives. Not a single things stops it from all its post syndromes nor problems. It still survives with alll it’s strength to shake the center point of the world, still continues to change somethings in each one of us.
I'll be there for you.
Be it over phone calls spanning over hours,
Or over shared comfortable silences.
I'll be there for you,
When I am and when I'm not.
I'm there for you.
And I'm there for you,
When the sun won't shine,
The rains won't stop falling,
And we won't be on the same page.
But I'll still be there for you,
In every did you have food
And go have your food
And babe, you should sleep.
I'll be there for you.
Que tanto valoramos nuestra paz?
Que tan fácil permitimos que las energías negativas externas, actitudes de los demás, nos la roben. Que tan rápido le damos el poder a otros para que con sus palabras o acciones alteren nuestro equilibrio interior.
No podemos ceder tan rápidamente el control de nuestras emociones a las circunstancias.
Realmente me sorprendo como el ser humano se ha convertido en una caja de explosivos andante. Reacciona con enojo ante cualquier situación en la que siente que su ego es amenazado y que interpreta como hostil; y que es lo que dice el ego....”ese carro no se te puede meter, no, no acelera!” o “esa señora me habló con demasiada rudeza, no le vuelvo a dirigir la palabra”. Inclusive nos molestamos si alguien no contesta nuestros mensajes inmediatamente. Según el Dr. Martin Lyden las personas susceptibles son aquellas con menos empatía, y todo lo filtran de acuerdo a como ellas reaccionarían, es decir, ponen sus expectativas en como los demás deberían actuar.
Y eso nos lleva a practicar el arte de sentirnos siempre ofendidos...pero vale la pena perder nuestra paz por las actitudes de los demás. Nuestro equilibrio emocional no es negociable.
Cuando aprendemos que las personas a nuestro alrededor nunca se expresarán como nosotros lo hacemos, o no reaccionarán como esperamos, es un poco mas fácil comenzar a practicar el arte de estar bien. (Esta foto la tomé en Cabo San Lucas, esperé el momento oportuno para lograr el choque de la ola con la piedra) #elartedesabervivir#estarbien#vivirbien#livingwell#peaceofmind#livingthegoodlife#escritoresdeinstagram#instagramwriters#photography#fotos#cabosanlucas
#mudhouse#my blog post
Salary is not upto the mark?not getting good feedback? Parents r paying less money?peer pressure forcing you to buy an iPhone but u can't afford n dats y you r shame on you?you wanna have a super hunky bike just bcz ur frnd have it n it's very cool to have it too..ri8? Chill...u r not the one who only overbrimmed with such thoughts..each one of us have ,had n will alwyz have the same..these r so called our "expectation" to life.we don't live life to our own terms, we live life to show up , how lavish we live.look at this old mud house...n dump all your complexity from life.Be happy with your blithe lifestyle. Cz alwyz remember that what u got is just far from enough, many ppl doesn't even possess an acre of grass.
Complete yet incomplete friendship (Part II)
Hey, what are you doing here? Are you not going at that party? It was her first question when she saw him at her house’s doorstep on the year’s first morning. He answered her in his way “how can I go without you?” She said ‘you know whenever you say something with this amusement, mischievousness. I can sense either you have done something different or you are goanna do something different.
He told her ‘well, if you know this. So, go and get ready. We are going out and don’t take so much time.
Then, she countered him with a grin, I don’t take so much time and I don’t want to go anywhere.
He passed her and entered the house. He gave New Year greetings to her parents and took permission for a lunch with her.
She questioned him on the way ‘why didn’t you go for a party? “He responded, I thought you will definitely ruin someone else’s New Year as you are not going for a party. So, I came for their rescue.
She gave him that eye look with a bright smile and his smile also became broad.
On their way back to home, she said Thank you for such a lovely new year. He whispered it was my pleasure Mam.
They both wished the New Year at the same time and their laughter was the music of New Year’s evening in addition to their friendship’s celebration. #sketch#sketching#blackandwhite#storymusings#talewriter#talewriting#stories#frienship#loveofwriting#instawriting#iwrite#instagramwriters#storytime#writinglove#writer#storywithpictures#storyteller#shorttales#taleslove#writinglove#sketchart#drawing#artlover#sketchinglove#_perfectimperfections_