This Morning for Instance

Monday March 3, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Glad you made it. O/

On with the show.

The Sun is up at a more reasonable time, a sure sign of Spring.

Slow, slow words this morning, up before dawn daydreams.

A safe place for dreams and doing dreams, what a best life environment looks like.

A lot of the reason I wake so early is to assure I have that best space to set some words down.

Sometimes dreams are so loud; they just want comforting.

A host to sit with until they settle enough for words and actions.

This morning for instance.

It’s best not to force writing fiction and poetry. The forcing gets into the language and muddies up the message.

News Journalism, deadline words, are really just talking taking notes.

Creative writing isn’t a record of actions, it’s a display of dreams.

Dreams don’t make deadlines.

If you have a dream, a stubborn one, please don’t force it into your work, to do so is a disservice to you and the dream.

There’s always something worth writing about.

If you can dictate it it’s not writing it’s telling; the record of a campfire story.

The rhythms of speech are limited compared to the written word in regards to the conveyance of a story.

Theatrics are an extra tool for a performance. Theatrics in a sentence are rarely done well in writing.

Showboat stories never sail well, there are better ships to sail to tell a tale.

Some thoughts on craft while The Sun came up.

Hope all is well for you today.

Take care and make a better day.