3 thoughts on “Truth #125

  1. Hey Steph, Namaste ๐Ÿ™‚

    Indeed, a blood sport with an elegant twist: it’s not the book we chase that ends up suffering: the book only improves the closer we get, but it’s the author who is ripped apart b a pack of wolves whilst screaming for it all to be over ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh the joy of words and the love of masochism: who said the two could never meet on the same line?

    I don’t know about you Steph, but I often find a distinct void in my life opens up when coming to the end of a prolonged endeavour. It’s like losing a friend, and yet sometimes I just want the effort to be over and the friend gone: it seems a double-edged sword but either way the period is intense. I get to feeling resentful, angered, and browned-off mainly with image creation: perhaps it because they take a while to do and invariably I am tired at the end of writing and do not want to create an image, or cannot recall ideas for images inspired whilst writing.

    I agree with the sentiment in the quote, writing is a full-time and weirdly undulating roller-coaster ride of an experience: whether healthy or not, I have yet to determine. If you’ve any tips on keeping your sanity throughout the writing period then please do share lol ๐Ÿ™‚

    Enjoy your evening. Sweet dreams for when you get to Zzzzz.

    Love and Peace. Namaste ๐Ÿ™‚

    DN

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      • Hey Steph, Namaste ๐Ÿ™‚

        lol ๐Ÿ™‚ Excellent….then I shall happily submit to madness like a prophet would on a Full-Moon ๐Ÿ™‚

        ‘Just stay in your own little world and write your heart out.’ I think that’s probably the best advice anyone’s given me Steph. I should pay heed more often: and will do so. Or at the very least make it an honest intention lol ๐Ÿ™‚

        Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ Well, I’m off to the Land of Zzzzz. I’ve had a bad cold for a couple days so a good night’s sleep before a day at the coal-face would be ideal. I wasn’t in the mood for image making this evening anyway, but at least the last part of my Alkemi series is finished and waitin on artwork to be posted. I cannot tell you the relief that it is all over. It felt a grubby dirty place to write-in for a month or so. But for now, I am as free as a bird and who knows where my flapping wings will carry me next. The adventure is in never-knowing.

        Thanks for chatting. Enjoy the latter part of the week with laughter and happiness centre stage on your Play of Life ๐Ÿ™‚ Sweet dreams!

        Love and Peace. Namaste ๐Ÿ™‚

        DN

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