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My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.

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The Brain…my impressions..I put to paper.

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They say when you see a person in your dreams and you see their face that means you MUST have seen them in real life.

The mind will NOT make up a face. Some person’s face you ran across made an impression upon your brain whether conscious or not.

They say 25% of people dream in black and white.   Another astounding fact is that they say 75% of people used to dream in black and white prior to color movies & television appearing as a norm.

What does that mean?

Our minds are so malleable it seems. Impressionable.

I look for those impressions….I seek them out.  In place, events, experiences, but mostly people.

You see, I want my writing to be REAL. As real as I can get it. The flow and rhythm of conversation. The give and take. The voice has to be right. Else, the story is ruined for me. I have to believe the character and the situation I put them in.

Yes, it  can be a fantasy and still be believable If I make you believe in it.

So I look for scenarios…places,  strange happenstances in real life… intriguing people. They may not even know they are intriguing. But they are.   I collect them all in here  (tapping the side of my skull with my finger now)  with this, my brain and catalog them for later.

So when I write.  I go to that well , that mega filing system of characters, places, things, events, and strangeness and  pull them up and out and  plop them into the story that fits. Like with most writers , it just comes. Journaling helps somewhat. It keeps the synapses firing and the memories sharper.

But mostly I just want to jump into things lately.  Experience it.  Anything new is the best…bring it on…  skinny dipping? I’m all for it.  Dancing…sign me up… Fencing with epee (sword)…I’ll take that class…more more more… I follow some of you bloggers, I have casual acquaintances on here and some I know pretty well through following and commenting and even emailing directly.

I want my brain to mingle in your flavor…taste it and get an impression of you….it’s fun to me.  I have made some friends through all this mingling of the minds I am happy to say and hope to make more.

So don’t be surprised as that almost old saying goes…be careful or you may end up in one of my novels…:)

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds

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Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow

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Bad Boy FinishedBB

What is it with the female

persuasion that

clings to the

notion that

danger

is a delicious dish?

You smile, you laugh

as you believe the stories,

the promises, and the kismet

collected in your

nightstand drawer

that you sift through every once

in awhile to tell yourself

that surely it existed,

because a fool is

something you’ve

never been.

Was your pride

greater than his,

to think you

met up to

his

invisible measuring

stick he never

cared to share?

Tell me.

What’s so great about this

bad boy you came to love?

What’s so great about this

fool who dared to hurt someone

such as you.

Tell me he was true.

Tell me he was everything

and I’ll shut the fuck up.

 by Philip Wardlow 2013

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Making your way through this thing called Life

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I gave the following advice below to a fellow blogger’s dilemma in their life that  they are currently struggling with. For what it’s worth. I hope she takes my words to heart for the coming  year and finds strength to do what she needs to do….

I have come to believe the world owes us nothing. And that it is up to us to make our own way in it. There are no guarantees of happiness but only the potential for JOY in your spirit. JOY  is  something separate from happiness. YOU are in control of your Joy in your heart. Happiness is external. Be the person you wish to be that brings out that JOY . When you do that, then the  happiness and contentment will follow. Much love.

(I have to give proper credit  because in my mind I was paraphrasing a one – Tyler Joseph of the band Twenty On Pilots  who made a similar quote somewhere else in the web sphere a while back)

Yes , its vague  advice .  But I don’t know her  whole story or her real internal struggles she lives with on a day to day basis.  I will not presume to question most beliefs but I am just stating my own. Their are many mysteries in the world  that people can KNOW they have the answers to but I don’t.  But their ARE mysteries needing answers so I will never presume the answers won’t come sooner or later to all of them.

I have peace of mind NOT knowing the answers  to the meaning of life.

I am happy with supposition and the what-ifs of it all.  To me that’s FUN.

Others do the same in the world,  whether finding it from an ancient book, their imperial logic, or through thoughtful  meditation.

I think we all do this  because  the  TRUE answer to the question might not be the answer we were looking for or even expected.

I personally think we are asking the wrong question: What is the meaning of  life? With the sometime addendum “and my place in it? seems to be the normal refrain by most humans.

Why instead don’t we ask ourselves.. What can I do in this  life that I have  been given to make someone else’s life better?

(The word, Someone,  in my mind  is defined as all species, not just us humans.)

Life as I said to my fellow blogger IN MY BELIEF is not exclusive to the individual.  It’s everywhere.  YES, it’s personal, but YOU are NOT separate and apart. YOU are part of it.

So dig in and get your hands dirty and your feet wet. Because life might be missing your part in it.

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I don’t know much, but I know this…

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I don’t know much, but I know this…

I failed at the NaNoWriMo challenge….my 50,000  WORDS didn’t Happen….I was about  2 weeks in and had 17,000 words done….about 1,500 Word average a day for me.  I was doing fairly well. Making good head way to really amp it up and get myself to the 50,000 by the end of November.

WHEN BLAM….my body said to me…”Hey, your doing TOO well…time to get sick, so FUCK you!”

Yep.  I am just now getting over it. I had NOT Much energy except to maybe pull myself to work and try not to fall asleep at my desk.

My voice for few a days   sounded like Kermit the Frog after chain smoking for 30yrs. (no kidding)

It sucked….I HATE HATE HATE having no energy for anything …..  like  reading, writing, sex ,movie going, work, sex again…etc….

C’mon gods of Fates and Dillusionment!   Give me a break!

So this December will be my own private NaNoWriMo……Fuck you fates you don’t own me.

The sun has set on the old day I am going to get this Novel done its a new day coming. ‘Nuff said.

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Quote of The Week – by Philip Wardlow

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Love

Allowing ourselves to let love in, is the hardest thing in life to do.

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Peek – A wee little Poem by Philip Wardlow

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Did you get a good peek?  She asked.

I got more than a peek, I say

Because I have quick eyes…

and I’m always looking your way

when you walk by.

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Quote of the week – by Philip Wardlow

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“What change’s some of us over time to see only the bad things in life when the good things are there in equal measure just waiting to be noticed again?”

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I like Big Books and I cannot Lie – A poem

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I like big books and I can not lie
You other scholars can’t deny
That when a librarian walks in with an itty bitty waist
and slaps a big paged volume down in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your specs
‘Cause you notice that book looks stuffed
Deep  in the pages the words be blaring.
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
in my lap to read the big picture
My schoolboys tried to warn me
But that big book makes me so ornery
When I rub its Rump-o’-smooth-skin
spine and I’m not allowed to read it.
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause you ain’t that average mystery
On the shelves, I’ve seen those other books dancin’
To hell with romances
I ‘m tired of magazines
Conveying to me flat books are the thing,
Take the average smart man and ask him that
The book gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got your big book? (Hell yeah!)
Tell ’em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy book!
And baby, baby, give me my big  book back!

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