MJS Creative Landing

All things must come to an end. Today I am ending the chore, the commitment of writing everyday. Well, sort of. I will write, but just not in this space everyday. Blessings~

Huck Hugh the town idiot strapped a pillow case where within was a rubber ball to his head and fashioned himself to prance along the lane and jump down the town's only well. As he went careening down the well, we all hear a loud splash and then a thud.  Rosemary Raspberry delighted in the possibility of having work for her undertaker father. Soon we all hear, "I'm al'right." Huck Hugh uncrumbled himself from the fall. "I rather thought the well was deeper than it is."  Buttercup Buttons darts over with a long rope and drops it down the well to Hugh. "Oh, Dear! Oh, Dear," she exclaims. Buttercup was large and girthy. She is rumored to have lifted the Troptop's cow out of a  ditch single handedly after the rains washed the poor heifer away. The cow, not Buttercup. Rosemary Raspberry's smile soon withers into a frown. She turns back to the mortuary stamping her feet with steady disappointment.  You see her father dotes on her rather lavis...

I had dinner with my sister last night. She has been encouraging me to write along with other folks. I told her I had lots of stuff written. She then goes on to tell me, "well you already should have your book." I agree to just agree. It has been some time since I have had the inner will to pursue writing as a career. I have another blog I pulled up to remind her that there was a time when I wrote about other things that interested me that had facts and references. I guess I just personally stopped believing in the ability to change things with information that must be read.  Here is a post http://changestobelieve.blogspot.com/ I am trying to believe again. Tuesday, March 31, 2009 Mayor Cory Booker article- Listen Waco Here is an example of leadership in a mayoral fashion from our friends to the north. Waco can take some notes. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lanny-davis/the-purple-leadership-of_b_180795.html I have longed to see viable changes and recognizable investments in g...

Under the cover of darkness waves of lush gale winds softly graze my skin the night is apt to give warm hugs for long seconds while I drape myself across the porch swing the dampness in the air does not distract the lightning bugs flash on and off and on and off I am tempted to gather them in jars as we once scurried to do as children Its nice No one is moving about the city streets no random kitties or pups running stray the lights in the sky are as glints in bright eyes of babes Drawn to a long yawn and a curling of the neck and the stretching of the legs fresh rains have cleared and cleansed all places fresh mowed grass fills the evening air the rains and showers will come again soon peace is abounding

Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way was recommended to me about 20 years ago. I spent a few years doing the Morning Pages which is a journal that accompanies the primary book. From what I can tell, I journaled from 2002 to 2005, from 2007 to 2011 and I am going to pick it back up again. Part of the process of the Morning Pages is that you do not go back and re-read what you wrote. It is just a mind dumping process. Dump first thing in the morning onto three pages. You do not judge the writing, the penmanship, the poor grammar or misspelled words or yourself. You just write and close the journal until the next day. I have taken a few of these journals off the shelf, and dare I say I am like, "Who is this person?" Not in a bad way, but there was a freedom in those pages that is not here with me presently. I guess I was so much in need of dumping after 30 years of living that I allowed it all to just fall onto the pages. Like taunt boils or festering wounds, it was easier ...

The Summer of 1981 a 15 year old boy was found after a long and exhaustive search. The young black child was from a good family on the east side of town. He was their only son. The police report said that there were no defensive wounds on the body. Which is odd because he was found locked in a refrigerator. Just being desperate to live would have had me pounding and kicking to try to get free if indeed the fridge closed on me. The officers deduced that he was looking for a warm place to rest since it was a cold night. But the boy was alerted as missing earlier in the afternoon of the day he went missing. Since the Lion's Pool story I am writing will probably included this incident, I am going to try to find out more about this story. The Waco Citizen Newspaper which is not the major paper of the town is the only paper that reported on this story. Again, this leads me to believe that there is more to this story than meets the eye. Supposedly, we local blacks have always told the tal...

 Oh Dear! I do not want to write today. What's that you say? Not Write TODAY? That's right. I said, "I do not want to write today." But you must! Why must I? You must!!! Well, now that you put it like that!!! I guess I must. Trust you must!!! Trust? Yes, Trust! I'd rather fuss! If you must! I will write. Now there! Is this enough!!! Well, maybe! I guess. So there!