Pushing forward

Haven’t been in to visit my blog since last Sunday, when I was practicing a little bit of art. I was quite busy this past week returning to school, and I have also started working towards some new and old goals. Most of my writing this week has been self-help and goal setting. I carry a notebook around, keeping track of ideas, goals, questions. It has been quite effective in my overall outlook, and I’ve been rather productive this week. My morning and evening sports radio has been replaced by motivational/self-help CDs. I had several from years ago, and also purchased a couple of new ones. I plan to continue on this path, and make the changes necessary to accomplish all I’ve set my mind on.

Looking far ahead,
what shall be the outcome,
good intentions,
stacked high and covered in dust,
or shall dreams realized,
shine bright and true?

Early showers

The plan was to sleep in this morning. My last Saturday before returning to school. I know I could use the rest before school starts back up but that’s not going to happen. Of course waking up early gives me a little quiet time to reflect on the day, and listen to the rain outside. I do enjoy a good morning rain. Plus my lawn could use it.

Awoke to the rain,
beating hard on the windows.
alarm clock pointless,
droplets of music playing,
nature’s morning wakeup song.

Closing out Spring Break

It’s been a fantastic week being off from school. I’ve finally managed to get some things completed around the house which I had been putting off. I also started writing again. I’m not diving into a novel, pushing out short stories, or creating thought provoking poetry, but it is a start. I admit the temptation to become a couch potato has been tempting, but avoided. Netflix has not been completely put on hold, but I will say I’ve used my time more efficiently. I will continue striving towards my goals, and accomplish all I have planned.

Time quickly slips by,
procrastination kills dreams,
Oh, what could have been.

Day 5

Well where has the time gone? It’s late in the evening, and I’m just now getting to my computer to write. Missed my morning opportunity as I woke up late, then had to head over to the DMV. I really love the DMV. Such a wonderful place to spend the morning. But even as I sit her now, there seems to be a fire which I must put out. So before I go…

Life will throw us curves,
but keep your eye on the ball,
and keep on swinging.

Day 4

Whew, not as easy to get up this morning. Felt like staying in bed. Going to be that much harder once Spring Break is over and I’m back to school. I’ll have to find that extra time somewhere if I want to continue writing, journaling, etc. I do have more time in the evening to write, but is seems my mind is always shot when I get home. The other issue with writing in the evening is the house is too busy, I’d have to wait until everyone was asleep before sitting down to write. Considering I’m usually one of the first ones to crash, that seems to be an unlikely scenario. As for now I’ll enjoy these quiet, non-work mornings, while I have them.

Clovers in full bloom,
yard shines like an emerald,
happy St. Pat’s Day!

Day 3

Day 3 of waking up again and actually opening up my laptop and writing. Working on a couple of sonnets but the words to finish each one elude me. I can pull a haiku out, but that’s about it for right now. I also need to start working on my book again. But for now I shall continue with this morning ritual in the hopes of developing some good habits.

Early morning thoughts,
elusive and fast fleeting,
a blank slate remains.

Reality Check

I went back and looked at my stats and I must say it was depressing. I’ve had a significant decline in writing since 2011. As a matter of fact this is the first time I’ve even written anything on my blog this year. The last time I did any significant amount of writing was when I was using Scrivener last year in my attempt to put together a book. And when I was writing in my Journal. I wasn’t writing on here, but at least I was writing. Those, however, both stopped. I’m up early this Saturday morning to reflect on my future when it comes to writing. Spring Break has just started, and now with some time off, I’m focused on writing again. Whether it be here on my blog, on Scrivener, or in my Journal, I just want to start writing again.

I have also gone back to listening to my audio books (motivational, self-help, etc.) while driving back and forth to work. I’ve only been doing it for a few days and here I am writing again. I’ve also had a more positive attitude at work and overall. I realize I’ve wasted quite a bit of valuable time, and I’m trying to make a change. I’m determined to make it stick, and part of that is getting up earlier every morning to write on here, my Journal, or in Scrivener. Actually feels good writing this down today, even if it’s just some minor reflections on my present state. It’s a start.

Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.