The Left or Right Brain Doesn’t Matter When You Should be Writing!


I find the brain very interesting.  Without it, you’re dead.  With it, you can also feel at a loss or put another way depressed.  I haven’t read or studied anything psychological for quite some time.  At one point, I wanted to be a psychologist.  Another time I wanted to be a social worker.  A far-reaching dream of mine was being a FBI agent.  While I never went to school for any of these career paths, I’ve never stopped having high standards for myself.  You could say I’ve always battled this within me:  the line between spinning my mental wheels over and over again (the end result being tired) and going full force into the cave or storm.

I realize I’m very good at making lists in terms of my personal goals, but lately I’m having a hard time following through with them.  I’m concentrating on things that don’t need attention.  I’m ignoring and procrastinating on things I want the most and have the ability to give me the greatest personal reward.  There isn’t very much pizzazz in writing because you are alone much of the time.  Being alone has never been an issue for me, but consistency has been.  I’m not the only one.  I know we all struggle.  Jeez, I’m really struggling now.  There have been times I lay in bed, thinking of a short story I could write, and then start writing it in my head.

There’s a saying of there’s always time, but is there really always time?  You say that too much, and there isn’t too much time left when all is said and done when the year ends.  I know what my end goal is or in my case the many end goals.  The good thing is I’m finally feeling ready to get back into my rewrite and then start writing my next novel idea.  One novel at a time like you put on pants one leg at a time.  Time to put on my big girl pants and keep them on. 

If you’re wondering if I’m musically talented, I’m going to disappoint you.  I am SO NOT.  The only key I know on the piano is Middle C.  I used to be able to play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the guitar.  I can’t carry a tune to save my life.  That is the extent of my musicality.  Good thing I have imagination and creativity and like to write (yeah, that’s it).  Look for more short stories coming soon.


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