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Category Archives: Inquiring Minds
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.
Haikus – The many moods of me – by Philip Wardlow
amongst them I fly freely
No ground to hold me.
from worlds I have brushed against
clear and newly cleaned.
My middle finger gives cue
to whisper screw you
as my world revolves around
my eyes on your hips
because your beauty demands
it of my lost soul.
from a smile, kiss, to caress
A peek at my heart.
Peace in a vacuum of words
Abandons the day
A terrible tidal wave
of pure savagery
Intertwined, a mosaic
of feelings unbound.
dismal days stretch forever
as the coffee cools.
dipped in the frigid waters
of a warm welcome.
The Brain…my impressions..I put to paper.
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…:)
Adventure TIme – Try and keep warm today followers
Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow
Bad Boy Finished
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
Be a Hummingbird
Be Humming Bird and give just a drop if only …..:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=IGMW6YWjMxw
Making your way through this thing called Life
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.
I don’t know much, but I know this…
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.
Quote of The Week – by Philip Wardlow
Allowing ourselves to let love in, is the hardest thing in life to do.
Peek – A wee little Poem by Philip Wardlow
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
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 