Stories and Wonders by Patrick Austin Ward
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This is an experiment; a public allocation of thoughts, dreams, failures, and successes. It could be a mistake, it could be the most profound thing I do, or it could be a mere blip in the human timeline that few will ever notice. It’s more likely the latter, but does that make it any less [...]
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Despite the appearance of tumbleweeds floating across the pages of this blog, I have been busy. In fact, I write daily, only it’s personal, something shared between the binary pages of my journal and the me that insists he must write. That doesn’t mean that the goal has changed, or that the stories have turned [...]
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Good Lord! What happened here? We go 30 days in a row and then, BAM, drop off with nary a whimper. Fear not citizens, for I shall return. In the meantime, let’s explore a little of what February brought. As I mentioned at the beginning of last month, I’m planning to catalogue a few of [...]
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It’s funny how, sometimes, when I feel like I’m goofing off, I actually discover some of my most profound realizations. During my recent spat of avoiding this blog, I found a vein of gold that led to a nugget of worthy proportions. I don’t know why, but when I finish one aspect of a project, [...]
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A short reflection on the past 30 days and some notes on the future. I see this as the end of the very beginning.
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I don’t have much time tonight. The reasons are immaterial, but it does pain me to have to fizzle out here on the 29th post. I’ll make it up to you with more stories in the future. I think it’s fairly obvious that I’ve enjoyed myself over the past month. Tomorrow, on the 30th post, I’ll do an evaluation of what I’ve learned throughout this project.
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I’ve noticed something recently. The more I play, the more creative I get. I don’t mean lazy, mind-numbing, passive kinds of play. I’m talking about a more active kind of entertainment. The kind of recreation that gets you actively involved in whatever it is you’re doing. Sometimes it’s just being silly. Other times, it’s about being mischievous…
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It happens every once in awhile: I find myself slowly drifting back into a caffeine haze, jonesing for that next espresso fix. The once a week trip to Starbucks turns into a daily event, and I become so familiar to the baristas that they have my drink ready before I show up. My specialized gold card, with my name embossed in shiny letters, gets refilled, and espresso becomes a regular addition to the daily routine. I can walk through the door of any of several cafes in this town and be greeted by name. It’s nice to be known, but it’s also costly.
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More stories are coming, they’re just taking their own sweet time. Part of the problem, is that the stories I want to tell require longer intervals than a quick typing session at the end of the night. In a way, that may be a good sign. I’m trying to think about these stories more; give them more life, stronger characters, and deeper emotion. I’m trying to garner a deeper understanding of the method, but that also means more practice. Unfortunately, some of these practice sessions just aren’t blog worthy. They are snippets of scenes and exercises that are of interest only to me.
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I’ve been thinking about some of the choices I need to make, and how too often I come to these metaphorical forks in the road and have no idea which way to turn. I’ve often found myself stuck in the middle, unable to make a decision for fear of making the wrong one. What if I don’t like that road, I think, I might have to backtrack! It’s not unusual for me to camp out there for awhile, and just wait for insight to whack me upside the head with certainty. Unfortunately, it never seems to arrive.
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