Forty-Two and Forty-three weren’t particularly good birthdays and there was a moment where I wondered if forty-four was going to imitate the previous two but things took a turn I went to bed with a big smile on my face.
It wasn’t the perfect ending but I don’t know that I could have told you exactly what that would have been and I am ok with that. I kind of enjoy and appreciate how predictably unpredictable life can be and have grown accustomed to just rolling with things.
Forty-four years has taught me a lot about life and how much can change in a moment. I have seen friends humbled by moments no one expected and stood graveside as we buried brothers, sisters, moms and dads.
The experiences have changed me and I am not who I once was. Don’t take that as me sounding wistful or upset because I am not. These experiences as the cliche goes truly have helped to make me who I am.
It is how I learned 567 Ways To Tell A Better Story.
Life happens and you take your experiences to build stories you might one day turn into a book. You write about characters and questions and ask yourself if you are telling a good story or not.
You wonder if people appreciate the story about how you knew Sister Mary in the biblical sense and how you helped make her see god. Not everyone can say that nor can they talk about how they made the atheist reconsider their position and not because your hands were on their hips.
Sometimes you just write because it is what you love to do and you figure those who enjoy it will keep hanging around and those who don’t will leave no matter what you do.
That is ok, people come and people go.
Let ‘Em In
It has been aÂ Paul McCartney weekend. Been listening to Band on The Run and Let ‘Em since last night for no other reason than I heard the songs in my head. Heard a few others too and listened to them as well.
Sometimes I think of a song and I go listen because I am curious.
Some people would say it is the universe sending me a message while others classify it in a different way. As for me, well I don’t spend a ton of time wondering or worrying about why the songs pop into my head.
I love music and I find it is a very useful tool for writing. It helps set a tone and spurs my imagination. Sometimes a song will remind me of something or someone and I use that as inspiration for some of my fiction.
It is almost a year since MCA died. Can’t say I was ever the biggest Beastie Boys fan but I have a million memories tied up in a few of those songs and let’s face it Adam Yauch was a contemporary and musician.
But unlike other musicians he didn’t kill himself or die from a drug overdose. His death was different because of that.
And now I have some links to share with whomever wishes to read them:
- Do What You Were Born To Do
- A Work In Progress
- 163 Reasons Why Successful Businesses Are Not Based Upon User Experiences
- Can You Write a Funny Post
- I Wish Some Of You Would Just Shut Up
- 7 Things You Never Say To Mean Moms
- Can You Build Community Without Comments?
- Write Now The Tales That Should Be Told
- There is No Relationship Between Your Bank Account & Your IQ
- Do You Ever Delete Posts You Have Published?
- What Is The Value of A Comment?
- The Ancient Art of Blogging
- Writing Is Not The Hardest Part Of Blogging
- Children Shouldnâ€™t Be On Facebook- Dad Said No
- Be A Better Blogger- Sustain Your Effort Edition
Got to run now For The Night Is Dark and Full or Terrors. Be good kids, Winter is Coming.