Stories and Wonders by Patrick Austin Ward
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Here’s the thing: the more you tell yourself that you have nothing to say, the more that becomes true. Having something to say isn’t the problem in most cases. It’s having the courage to say it. There’s not a minute that goes by that your mind isn’t racing at the speed of light with thoughts [...]
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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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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 silly list regarding how to resist perfectionist tendencies after the completion of a project.
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Earlier today I began to think about what I was going to write about this evening. I wondered, is there an adventure I’ve had that I can draw up from memory? Or, perhaps there is an interesting lesson I’ve learned that could use a witty twist? Should I discuss my dislike of quotations without bibliographic references? Is it time to revisit the buddha story for a rewrite? Or, should I begin the Valentines tale I was pondering about the day before? It seemed like an endless string of choices flowing through me, a river of possibilities that could sustain me for a very long time.
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I just returned from Steve Pavlina’s Conscious Growth Workshop (CGW). One of the take-aways from that experience was a suggestion that I write 30 posts in 30 days on my new blog. It’s a daunting task, but one that I feel may be necessary for me to make the leap into a writer’s life. 30 [...]
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I’m looking out through a window of the WestPark Starbucks, it’s streaked with an almost opaque condensation; the veins of water form as many patterns as there are in a snowflake crystal. The inside is a balmy 74°. I can hear the gentle refrains of the Decemberists strumming in the speakers above me. The aroma [...]
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The trouble with restricted beasts is that they grow impatient over time. Their desire to be freed grows to feverish levels that defy logic and practicality. You can’t ignore them, they require attention. They insist on being heard and understood. They need to be carefully attended to and exercised. Eventually, you have to set them free, or they will destroy you when you least expect them.
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