“The Tree knows the nature of what things are,
and not of what man wants them to be.
For not all things seen are shown.” – King Ghishet
“Notes from the Tree” are a collection of found excerpts from the scrolls of D’zalara, from my upcoming science fiction novel “Two Planets.”
Go child!
Into the Sun, out of the Night.
Towards the day and out of your room!
What does it mean to be liked? To be followed?
It seems a racket now, doesn’t it?
Someone likes your work, they give you a follow. You check their page, enjoy their work, and give them a follow back. Then the next day, they’re gone. It’s all the numbers game. Make sure you have more followers than people you follow. Add an army’s worth of people a day in hopes they will add you back, then unfollow them all, and hope some of them stick around just to add up your numbers. Is anyone even reading each other’s work? Care about the art?
The pages seem to be the same recycled 7 word meme-shares: love, rain, strong, better, heart, ocean, pain.
The generation of instant gratification has erased the ideal of patience, of waiting for something good to come along, and in taking the time to enjoy something longer and more fulfilling. If it can’t be read in big bold short words while scrolling by, it can’t be worth all that time, can it? If it can’t be swiped left or right, double-tapped, and passed on, did you really write it?
Luckily, the soldiers of he word are strong, the soldiers like you. The people who trudge on through the slop of buzz words and “Hang in there, baby” cat posters and gifs of dogs falling in to mounds of snow. You write because words are warriors. They cut through the blackthorns of mediocrity and sail across the seas.
Has this affected how you write in this new social world?
The emergence of instant gratification meme poetry and daily motivations, what are your thoughts?
You are transparent in your need,
taking time to show your feed.
You follow and like and show your cards,
y’all don’t need fans, you need to be starred.
The words you string are not your own.
The ideas, the memories, the long-lost loves,
are his, and hers, and they’s, to loan.
Like the journey of The Fool,
they are ancient too,
why slap your name on it,
telling me it’s something new?
When you’re in it for the numbers,
the digits climb and raise you high,
to the mantle of poor ole forgettable Mr. Goodbye.
Short little inspiration quote from my Instagram. Practicing my handwriting and lettering. Follow me there for more!
Do you follow any instarational accounts? Which are your favorites?
Amazing and inspiring.
Imagine what the aurora must look like from a planet such as SIMP? A planet where the Sun would be the size of a pin head as it looked towards our Solar System.
Between definitions, not quite a planet, not quite a failed star known as a brown dwarf.
It sits, in the dark, wondering where it belongs and how it fits in to the rest of the universe.
Do you think it drifts ever closer to our family, wanting desperately to be a part of our spinning neighborhood? Or do you think it is happy to be where it is, cautiously looking on, almost invisible, as it watches the rest of the planets plunder ungraciously around a spherical fireplace that wants nothing but to burn us all to dust?
Does it have machinations of being something more? What would we see upon it if we were to sit on its surface?
Wake up and daydream about the writing you’re going to do today – 1 hour
How do you start?
It is a strange thing, moving towards a path later in life. It creates an excitement that tingles inside the skull. It creates a fear that sits in the bottom of your bowels. It creates an entirely new world that has far surpassed you in the new digital age.
Having spent the last 16 years behind a camera and behind the scenes, it is difficult to crawl out and be seen again. They have been years spent travelling, meeting celebrities, and learning about people. I have been a fly on the wall of glitz and glamour, parties and private charities, royalty and legends. Photography is still a passion of mine, but the world is not what it once was, and neither am I.
I still do these things and still enjoy these things, but my soul is searching for more…a little something extra outside of my 24/7 career that I have been building since I was 16 years old. Side passions are where real passion lies, as your first passions generally end up becoming your job. So, here I come side passion número dos!
The last time I wrote any kind of blog was LiveJournal somewhere around 2000, then it was on towards MySpace popularity and eventually we were allowed to join Facebook outside of High school groups in 2005. It was already difficult then to keep up with the changing internet. By now, the social media age zips past me at a speed greater than the world warped around David Bowman after he left the Discovery One.
But, I take a deep breath and make a list of things to learn. Join me and let’s learn together.
“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
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