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Write Your Book in 30 Days – Jack Marshall

Nanowrimo brings with it the opportunity each November to get your first draft manuscript written. I stepped into my yearly novel endeavor this evening and traveled to a somewhat surprising place afterward.

For the next few weeks, this blog will address why you may desire or need to write a book. This first post comes as one of my desires. I first got the idea (plot) for my novel over thirty years ago while in college. The writing bug bit me. I’ve had this monstrosity of a novel stuck in my heart all this time.

Back in 2004, I was privileged to attend a weekly writers group meeting  in the home of playwright Jack Marshall. Jack had a number of his plays produced, some on Broadway as I understand it. One meeting, I presented a 1400 word piece on which Jack wrote me a critique.

Jacks critiques were always honest. Sometimes a writer did not want to hear what Jack had to say. Jack was never cruel, just honest. It’s a shame writers get so defensive about their work. Jack’s critiques always sounded spot-on. My critique was very positive. Jack did state the work appeared to be part of a much larger body and that he wanted to know more.

This motivated me tremulously. Then, another member of the writing group told me it read like the intro to a sci-fi. For the past eight years I’ve mulled that thought over and I agree. About a year ago, I heard from Jack’s son that Jack had died. This evening, as I went over the first chapter of my novel I thought back to those days in St. Augustine hanging with writers and Jack Marshall.

At this time, I desire to get my book written not only for me, but for a man who gave me a positive boost that told me I could actually do this “writing thing”. Jack and were not close friends, but those kind words of encouragement from a professional like Jack have traveled a long way.

These are just a couple reasons I want to write this book. Over thirty years in my head and the encouragement of a man I respect. Many of you have a book you’ve thought of writing. You may have nursed the idea in your head for decades, like me. Jack’s willingness to help writers has become a part of what I love to do.

Over the twelve years from 2000 to now, I have learned quite a bit about writing books. I now have nine published. I know I can cut years of learning curves and thousands of dollars spent on books and conferences on how to write a book for people who desire or need their books written. I do this over a four-week course that takes the writer from conception to completed first draft manuscript.

If you are in need of this type of help, I encourage you to check out my webinar at ClearViewPressInc.com. My next webinar will begin January 7, 2013. Seating is limited to 10 people per webinar.

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You Can Write Your Book in 30 Days!

Writing a book does not have to take forever. Thirteen years, countless hours, tens of thousands of dollars, I finally got it. Writing every day gets you places. The book inside you is not stuck. The book inside you does not fight you to come out. The book simply needs attention.

Consistent, progressive, determined attention. I found over the years that writing in gestalt spurts causes all kinds of issues with writing. Continuity issues, length of time it takes to complete the book issues, dedication issues, and many others. I’ve written five manuscripts that each one took me less than 30 days to write. Two of these books have been published.

My mission these days is to save people years of frustration and thousands of dollars by walking them through a system of writing that has proven to be very successful to me. I will be writing much more on this topic in the coming weeks. For information on my latest webinar that begins January 7, 2013 at 7:00pm EST, click on the green logo. I look forward to seeing you there!

Be aware “seating” is limited to ten (10) people, so sign up now!

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Fear Junkie – The Morning Wride

Waterfront Park in the Intercoastal waterway in Palm Coast, Florida.

Our wride today felt great. After Ivy being gone for a week at summer camp, I found I missed her terribly. Something about our father-daughter daily bike wride fills a need within me. I took the pics for this post on the wride, yet most of my attention today was on a particular topic – fear.

Spoiler Alert! If you’re a member of the local Toastmasters Club, reading any further will give away most, if not all, of my speech on Wednesday night. Ok, so I’ll have a couple surprises I can’t put here on my blog, but I will be reciting one of my poems…

Fear. For some of us, fear is a motivating factor in our lives. Fear keeps us from apathy and complacency. For years, overcoming fear kept me moving forward. Fear often coursed through challenges set in front of me.

The question arises, at least in my mind, of what amount of fear becomes too much? How long can a person use fear as motivation before they become overwhelmed? How much joy and anticipation gets stolen by the intensity of fear?

These days, I find fear more my enemy than motivator. I feel apathy nipping at my heels and complacency a safe place to hide. Shouldn’t fifty-three years be enough time spent riding the fear wave?

Let’s get down to specifics here, because there are many types of fears, I’m writing about the internal, self-limiting fears. Fear owns a legitimate place in our lives. Finding yourself two feet away from a hungry, fourteen foot alligator SHOULD instill a bit of fear into you.

One of my most recent fears came last week when I agreed to teach and choreograph a ballroom dance routine for a charity event August 3rd in Flagler Beach. I had mentioned in a conversation that I wanted to get back to dancing. I did not realize the person I spoke with was heading up a recruiting committee for this “Dancing With the Stars” Flagler Beach gig.

I took private ballroom dance lessons for three years. That was over five years ago. Heck, more like seven years ago. I have not ballroom danced for at least three years. I have five days to come up with a routine, teach someone enough Triple Swing for us to look good, and then get up in front of 500 people and dance.

I’m telling you, this is way outside my comfort zone. Yet, in the past five years, I’ve been very involved with Toastmasters and my fear of getting in front of an audience has diminished. I do love to dance. I do know enough to at least have us looking competent.

Back to the fear and the meat of this post. At this stage of my life, I no longer have the inclination or time for all this internal fear. The questions of whether I can pull this off. The uncertainty of whether I will freeze like I did at a piano recital fifteen years ago (what a fear moment realized!).

I desire to anticipate the competition. I desire to enjoy the process of getting this routine down. I desire to look forward to the event instead of listing it up there among all the other fear driven tasks I have hanging over my head.

I wonder at how my life became this fear monster. I take on a new project and the next thing I know, I’m fearing whether I will come through or not. Even though I’ve never NOT come through on a project, fear still drives me. Somewhere along the way, I allowed joy and anticipation to be replaced by fear of not performing at someone else’s level of satisfaction.

I’m sure this is something embedded within me over decades of practice. At this stage in my life I want fear gone. I want to experience positivity. This motivation from a negative position has worn me out. I find I have little tolerance for naysayers and nit pickers and people with a general, overall critical outlook on life.

I realize you cannot throw the baby out with the bathwater. There are legitimate circumstances for fear, and critique, and detail oriented action. I want more joy in my life.

I also do not totally ascribe to constantly challenging your fears in order to overcome them. I’ve been doing this most my life and I’ve fallen into quick ‘fear’ patterns. I desire to eliminate fear before it grows and consumes me. I can see this endeavor may take time and a ton of effort.

Reciting my poem Wednesday night will be one step out of this fear-driven life of mine. I love this poem. I wrote it sitting under a tree in Raleigh, North Carolina in April of 1982 at three in the morning with a nasty storm on the way. I fear reciting my poetry. I have not been able to attempt an open mic event. The fear engulfs me.

My task these next two days, is to look forward to my speech with positive anticipation. I desire to revel in the moment, to present myself, my poetry, and my views on fear, and to do all this without fear eating at me. The same goes for the dance routine. The same goes for a presentation I must give on Friday.

The same goes for marketing and promoting my book Go Write and You Won’t Go Wrong! Write Your Book in 30 Days. The same goes for marketing the webinar I’ve set up. The same goes for just about everything I want in life.

Photo taken from the I95 bridge in Palm Coast. My house is about three blocks behind the blue water tower…

I’ve read and heard a lot about how everything you want is just outside your comfort zone. I’ve heard and understand that one of the keys to a progressively successful life is to get comfortable being uncomfortable. I heard a quote this past weekend that said, “The brave may well die, but the cautious never truly live.” That resonates with me.

I’ve come up with a little ‘internal jingle’ I’m going to repeat to myself as I work through overcoming fear and introducing anticipation and joy back into my life. It goes like this: “I can or I can’t, I will or I won’t, but I’ll have fun and get it done.” The trick will be to believe…

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Storms – The Morning Wride

Hello Wriders!

The weather did not do us any favors today. The crazy thing was, we had sunshine and one cloud kept following us and dumping on us at its discretion. While the rain felt cool and refreshing, I could have done without the water infused fun. Neither Ivy nor myself prepared for rain as the day was bright and sunny when we left the house. Oh well…

This morning I tuned back in to music. My reward came instant as well as somewhat prophetic. The song “Storms” by Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac “Tusk” album) hopped into my ears like a comfortable old friend’s hug. For over two decades this song resonates within me as a description of the end of my previous marriage. I am not led to live an internally quiet, level life. My passions burn far too bright to allow circumstance to tamp them down too much.

I’ve come to realize I enjoy the passions that roil within. I do not mean to say for a moment that passion suffered my reproach over the years. At times I wished I could live numb as many people appear to live. I cannot. Not for any sustained amount of time.

I now embrace my emotional ups and downs. I understand the life still remaining in my soul. I possess no desire to relinquish one ounce, one molecule, one atom, one measurement of passion. Too many times in my life, my dreams and ambitions took backseat to level-headed, calculated, analytical thought. I lived as a man of emotion trapped in a logical world.

Slowly this past year, the fact we do not live in a logical world made itself known to me. Yes, I understand logic pops up all around us. There exists an incredible symmetry in this world. Life follows semi-logical paths and many great inventions may be said to be “logical”.

As long as we live in an emotional world, though, passions and chaotic circumstances will indeed have play in our lives. I welcome this aspect of life. Before the word “passion” suffers the indignity of extremist interpretation, allow me to state that passion can swell on a breeze, a blade of grass, and as a good friend just reminded me, a flower blossom at one’s foot.

Passion does not always require the definition of volatility. Passion may also be quiet, slow-burning, and free. Free to exhilarate at things as simple as sails, seagulls, and sandwiches as in the next tune on my wride – Sails.

On my wrides lately, I’ve opted for no music, and often nothing but the wind in my ears and the rhythms of life around me. A number of times, I listened this past week to Eckhart Tolle expound on The Power of Now. I found both listening to life and listening to Tolle rewarding. Today, I rediscovered the beauty of familiar music that played with my emotions and enhanced my wride.

A third song on the wride struck me just write and sealed the deal that I would write this blog. (You do know I misspell right on purpose I hope…). At this time, my iPhone contains an inordinate amount of Elton John’s music. This comes from me owning most of his entire library of music. I set my phone to “shuffle” play and Elton often slips into my ears. Today was no exception. “Madman Across the Water” seeped into the playlist and I knew this post would have music intertwined.

I love when my spirit soars, especially while wriding my bike, listening to music, and enjoying the beauty of the world around me. We get told each day we should buy this and do that and pay bills and vote and a billion other commands on how we should live.

I feel the truth of how we should live gets buried in the clutter of modern-day life. For me, I will continue to wride my bike, listen to music or the incredible world around me, revel in the highs and lows of emotion, and search for peace in a passion-filled world. Crazy in a way if you think about it. Maybe one day I’ll be the madman across the water. If I am, I certainly hope I retain the good sense to enjoy my madness…

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Discovering Joy – The Morning Wride

My morning wride today took me some places I did not expect to go. This is not an uncommon occurrence. In fact, these days, I find my morning wrides peppered with pleasant surprises. Today, I struggled a bit on the basketball court. For those who have not been reading, I stop along my route and shoot hoops for about 45 minutes, then continue on with my wride.

I noted my determination not to give up on the court. I suppose you could say I play some mind games with myself on the basketball court. Hey, I’m by myself (my daughter disdains the activity), so I create some phantom creativity to push me forward. I warm up for about ten minutes, then I run four, full court layups, ending with an around-the-back-through-the-legs layup. I must make at least two of the four or keep running.

Then I play a game of “Around the World” with myself. There are 13 spot up shots I must make within two shots or I must start over. If I make five shots in a row, I earn myself a third shot if necessary. This is where I struggled today, and the shot that hurt me was not the three pointer.

More important than the physical shooting of the shots was my determination to push myself and keep myself disciplined to the game. I could easily cheat. No one knows I’m even playing a game. I could excuse myself out of a missed shot and give myself another chance, but the integrity of disciplining myself to move forward and improve kept me true to my rules.

In fact, I made up a new rule that if I “lost” a game and had to start over, I must first run two full court layups as mentioned before. Then I decided to offer myself an opportunity out of the full court layups if I “swish” a three pointer. Getting a bit complicated now, but totally enjoyable. I love basketball.

Once I finally got past my shooting woes today, I went to the free throw line. Generally, I am an 80% free throw shooter. In fact, I will not leave the court until I shoot eight out of ten free throws. I struggled with this a bit today as well. Then, I got my focus back and promptly made eight in a row, missed one, then hit the last.

Then, of course, you never leave the court without your last shot being a perfect swish. I had a nice workout. The Florida heat, even at 8am had me drenched. Getting back on my bike and wriding with Ivy is always pleasant.

As I wrode, I looked at how I handle myself on the ball court and I recognize I want to be more in line with that determination in my writing and publishing life. Heck, in all my life. While I do “hang in there” and “persevere” in my life, I desire the willingness and the love of moving forward and pushing myself to move into the rest of my life.

While I do employ this, I do not believe I embrace the ‘joy’ of the pursuit like I do on the court. There is a joy available to us in anything we pursue. Slipping in the nanoseconds of recognitions that joy is available should be more prevalent. It does not take more than nanoseconds to glean joy from your activity. The endeavor does require that you keep yourself open to joy.

Personal experience – I noted today I often do not keep myself open to joy. Odd, isn’t it? Something as valuable and rewarding and pleasant and soothing as joy, and we do not stay vigilant to the next opportunity to experience it. Humans, we are a strange lot.

One last thing about my morning basketball escapades. Getting back on my bike and feeling the cool breeze felt nice. The next forty-five minutes of wriding allowed me to enjoy the efforts on the court even more. I tend to be a bit of a workaholic. As I complete tasks, I think I will take time to enjoy the breezes life has to offer each day.

I’m not talking idleness or laziness, just allowing myself to travel the paths I feel offer those cool breezes after some strenuous, fulfilling work. Too often I deny myself these pleasures. We shall see, eh? I’m staying open to joy and I’m looking forward to the cooldown breezes of forward motion created by efforts connected to what I wish to accomplish in life.

I hope you have goals and aspirations to help propel you forward. I certainly hope that if you do, you keep yourself open to the joys of your pursuit. When you allow the joys to pass you by, I feel you lose your passion for the endeavor. Anything worth doing well is worth doing with joy, right?

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My Childhood Genius – The Morning Wride

This morning’s wride took me to some cool places within. I put together some life observations that resonate, at least to me. Heck, I’m writing this, so the words and concepts better resonate, write? (hey, you do know I misspelled that on purpose, correct?…)

I wrode unplugged today. The first couple weeks of wriding, I listened to my playlist on my iPhone. Cool enough. This past week, I listened a few days to Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now. Way cool stuff there.

This morning, however, I allowed my earbuds to flop around on my chest outside my shirt. I wrode with the cicadas, the birds, the street sounds, my breathing, the soft, metallic grind of our chains, the crunch of tires over pine needles, the scurrying of squirrels and bunny rabbits as we swished by them.

I embraced more of the blue skies above, more of the trees individually and collectively. I enjoyed my breathing patterns, the rhythms of our bikes, the connection to my world. I noted vines climbing everlong into trees and millions upon millions of blades of grass – and a blade of grass. My eyes took in more leaves – and a leaf.

For the first time in these three weeks, I experienced the surreal connection, albeit tenuously and a quite watered down, bike wrides from years past. I have a wride, one from Dunbar Elementary School back in the 60′s, where I sang a tune titled Swing High, Swing Low.

On this wride over forty years ago, I swung my oversized, bulky bike left and write to the rhythm and the words – Swing high, swing low. Oh what a lot of the world you see. Over the top of a tree! That wride home from school, afternoon shadows dancing from the leaves on a breeze, implanted a moment in time I must never relinquish.

Connection to places and times often involves music. As I wrote in an earlier post, specific memories of a tune playing at a particular time imbedded that place in my memory, never to be forgotten. Even though I’ve heard these songs in hundreds of different locations, one particular place in time often gets represented. For instance, the first sock hop of my seventh grade school year, probably September 1971, You Are Everything by the Stylistics and a slow dance with Dawna Martin.

Back to the wride. This morning I felt the call of past wrides, past experiences, past joys of wind in my face, songs on my heart, and hope in my world. The call felt ethereal, like ghosts of my past calling me back to better times, yet at the same time, not in a negative, escapist manner, but in a “now” manner.

Maybe the past never goes away. Maybe we simply dull ourselves to the experiences we once knew. Maybe the joy and freedom and childlike focus we once defined still lives within us. We collect so much information and experience so much sensory input, I’m coming to believe we miss the true importance of our lives. One of the most cruel aspects of ‘growing up’ appears to be our distance from the child within.

I know, many have written and continue to write on this subject. I’m no scientist, no Phd philosopher, but I sense and believe we lose the very best aspect of ourselves when we give up our youth. I don’t mean the immature, inane side of youth, but the ‘youth’ side of us that takes the time, even in a moment, to appreciate something of profound beauty, even if it be simply a song, a bike wride, a breeze, and a joy.

For my heart and soul, I would take the peace and exhilaration of those moments over the pleasures of adulthood any day, any time. Innocence, the appreciation of a moment without concern over what needs to be done at home, carefree (now there’s a great word/concept), and pure, unattached joy.

Yes, ghosts of bike wrides past whispered in my heart today. The greatest aspect of their call was not for me to come “back” to join them, but to simply join them now. They never really went away. I simply tucked them into storage because I no longer possessed the time to play with them. What a sad, sad oversight on my part. We give up the best of ourselves when we give up our joy. The more childish, often the more precious.

I’m finding the ability to reconnect with these experiences takes a willing, relaxed heart. Much like the writing muses, this cannot become a ‘forced’ pursuit. You must be willing to be open to inviting the joys of your childhood back into your life. I don’t recommend trying to live in the past either. The past had trouble enough of its own. But the past also contained joy, and peace, and beauty and many other incredible attributes. I recommend inviting them into your ‘present’.

Walk away from your “plugged in” connectedness for a while today. Give yourself a few hours to visit with the ‘ghosts’ of your childhood. You may find, as I have, they are not actually ghosts but simply friends you let slip out of your life. Joy and peace and wonder still live within you. Setting them free may only be a bike wride away.

This was my childhood genius. Shhh…. (he still lives within me!)

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Write a Book in Thirty Days – The Morning Wride

Hello Wriders!

Day 15 in my bicycle wriding went well. A number of items came to me on the wride and a plethora of great music met my ears. I pull out one of the greatest voices of all time, Karen Carpenter, for my song of the morning. My ears delighted to the pleasure of one of her best, more obscure tunes, Ordinary Fool.

The key topic for today and many days to come deals with an upcoming live webinar produced by myself titled, “Go Write and You Won’t Go Wrong! Write Your Book in Thirty Days.” I ran through a trial webinar and I also scheduled myself to teach a live class through the Flagler County Adult Education program.

I put a load of thought and preparation into the upcoming webinar. As long as participants to what I say, they will walk away with a first draft manuscript of approximately 30,000 words in thirty days. This project required more thought and effort than I first imagined.

Part of the issue for me stemmed from the fact I have written nine books in three years, the last manuscript taking only eight days to complete the draft. While churning out a book has become relatively simple to me, I found most people struggle like I once did.

In my first presentation of the webinar, I actually lay out everything anyone needs to complete a book in thirty days. What I found was that few people will actually follow my step-by-step instructions without encouragement and motivation. During my trial webinar, certain issues came to light that reflected writing issues I struggled with for years myself.

Therefore, I instituted a number of ‘coaching’ techniques and motivational techniques to help potential authors complete their manuscripts. I found, without constant, daily encouragement, people who wish to write a book fall into old patterns of complacency and idleness. I’ve heard all the excuses and given many myself. I worked hard to put together encouragements that address most of the issues of writing – especially for newer writers.

Let me first identify some parameters for my new webinar. I recommend the book the writers undertake be a non fiction book. Writers can complete their fiction book using the same techniques, but fiction books tend to run more in the 50,000 words and up category. My view for a novel would be to stretch the writing out over sixty days. A novel can be completed in thirty days. For my webinar purposes, though, the fiction writer will need to write twice as much as the non fiction writer.

I have competed in the Nanowrimo contest each of the past five years. I won three out of five. Winning Nanowrimo is as simple as writing 50,000 words in thirty days during the month of November. The two months I did not complete the challenge, I wrote 32,000 and 37,000 words. This is precisely why I say a first draft can well be completed in thirty days. I’ve accomplished the feat three times myself.

With respect to the webinar, I’m providing two daily emails to each participant encouraging them to write. I’m also including a short recorded phone call each day to touch participants in another form of media. The webinar also includes a privately shared Google Spreadsheet where each participant is required to post their daily word count.

I’m also including a private Facebook Group account where participants can interact with each other and keep their motivation high. I’ve found whenever writers take on an endeavor, the only true support they receive comes from other writers. The Facebook Group account allows participants a forum that is safe and encouraging.

In addition to all the above, I’ve hired professional accountability coach Janice Karm to call each participant weekly. This fifteen minute accountability call will help us determine where the writer stands with regard to the plan and also helps motivate the writer. Encouragement, motivation, and accountability all wrapped up in one webinar should help most writers reach their thirty day goal.

Also included in the webinar is my books, “Go Write and You Won’t Go Wrong!” and “Rock Your Business! Your Book as Your Business Card.” These books walk writers through the process of writing their book. The first book also contains an appendix that delivers daily encouragements to the writers. These encouragements get referenced in the daily emails I send out to the participants.

Not to be lost in all this encouragement, motivation, and accountability, the webinar is presented live over four weeks. Beginning Monday, August 20th, 2012, I will present the webinar myself. The first webinar, as stated earlier, will deliver everything the writer needs to know and accomplish to get their book written in thirty days. The next three live webinars, I will run through some writing encouragements and provide lengthy Q&A sessions to help keep participants on track.

I’m currently working on the edits for my book, “Go Write and You Won’t Go Wrong!” I have a lot of work ahead of me as far as marketing the webinar. Heck, for that matter, I have a lot of work ahead of me getting the rewrites and edits done on the book. Timelines will all begin converging soon, so I foresee some hectic times on the near horizon.

I also got word today that the proof for my first novel, co-written with my fellow Rogues Gallery Writers Jeff, Bridget, and Nancy, will arrive in forty-eight hours. This is exciting. The proof will be the first hardcover edition ClearView Press Inc (my publishing company) has produced since Loves Lost and Found in 2009.

I also have three other book projects in progress with other authors. Needless to say, my blog will be somewhat ‘book-driven’ for the next six weeks. I promise I’ll still interject meditations from my morning wride. That wride may be the calming, sanity-saving act I perform each day…

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Introspections – The Morning Wride

Our four day rain event – tropical storm Debby – finally left us late yesterday evening. This morning’s wride began a bit chilly. A pleasant surprise but unfortunately the cool air lasted about an hour.

On this wride, I dealt with a number of internal dialogues fighting for position of importance. Sometimes, when things like this roil inside, I get frustrated because my music no longer soothes, the exercise feels unimportant, and writing becomes of supreme importance.

Good for the writer in me, right? Well, sometimes. This morning I did not take much time to write. I peppered some notes on my iPhone’s notepad: crazy as sin (someone I met the night before described herself that way and I wanted to remember it); help people; how do you get applause and then accept it within (a live version of Elton’s Funeral For a Friend inspired that one); problems with shiny objects and positivity (I know what it means if no one else does); so many things I don’t understand; Mom alone at home; I could be better about calling.

The last three all came as one big sandwich. I just spent nearly two weeks in West Virginia with my mother and each moment I treasure. The lack of understanding comes from her ability to live on her own quite happily. I don’t know that I could live alone. She putters around and appears so content she almost makes me desire such a life.

But I know myself, and alone does not appeal on a long term basis. Short term, heck yeah! I find myself wanting quiet time a lot. But not a steady diet. I do feel I should call her more often. We never have a bad conversation.

The clear winner in my internalizations, though, is the “help people” rumination. As I continue to work in the ‘infrastructure’ of my “Go Write and You Won’t Go Wrong! Write Your Book in Thirty Days.” book and webinar, I find more and more people anxious to realize their long-standing dream of getting their book written.

I’ve already completed a dry-run webinar, so I feel quite prepared for the August 20, 2012 launch of the first “full-fledged” webinar. I’ve written and published nine books. One I wrote in twelve hours. Another, written on my trip to West Virginia, I wrote in eight days.

I know how to do this. Now I get to help others realize they too can accomplish their writing dreams/goals. Adopting purpose to into my life like this gets me pumped up. Knowing I can help people with something tangible feels great.

The introspection this morning ran along the lines of setting up marketing material to get the word out about the webinar. Tons of logistics ran through my brain: I need to make sure I mention the target word count of 30,000 for this class; I need to pick up a dozen packages of index cards; I need to get up with my graphics design guy; I need to do some rewrites and edits on the manuscript, etc.

The other big introspection for the day traveled along the current lines of positivity running through my life. As I continue to surround myself with positive, forward-thinking and moving people, I find I want to take on every project that pops up. I know better.

As it is, I am embroiled in five book projects in various stages of completion. This situation presents itself as both intimidating and exhilarating. So this day, I welcomed my session with my personal coach. I worked through some of the pressures I feel about all the GOOD going on in my life.

What a problem to need to deal with, eh? One other issue that scratched at my brain stepped into my consciousness after I put my phone back in my pocket and hopped back on the bike. My poetry blog suffers a bit from neglect. I will right that situation shortly.

Wriding my bike each morning allows many excellent things to occur. Today, while I solved none of my internalizations, I did get the opportunity to look at each of them in a positive light. What a wonderful concept!

I look forward to creating my marketing plan for “Go Write…”. I am anxious to write a poem. I get excited about helping people write. I know, with a lot of help from my friends, I will be empowered to step out and not only achieve my goals, but also help others reach theirs.

What a great day! I hope yours goes at least as well.

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Infectuous Digitalitis – The Morning Wride

Television land got me. More and more I look at television as the scourge of mankind. So many dreams and aspirations die every day by the mind-numbing electrons that whisk our attention into passivity. Oh yes, we laugh, we get excited, we cry – but do we walk away closer to out desires in life or remain on a sinking, stationary plateau?

I’m sure the apparent answer from my perspective jumps out like some throw-back-to-better-times fanatic. I do enjoy some television shows. Dick van Dyke had me laughing silly last night. The man knows comedy. Laughing brings positive benefits to life. Reading a George R. R. Martin novel out of the Ice and Fire series eats up as much time as television. For those uninitiated into this incredible series, the shortest of the five books stands at 967 pages.

The first book, Game of Thrones, grabbed my by the imagination and won’t let go. So before I get tagged for ragging against the boob tube too much, good books can derail me at times.

Yet, when I think of it, all the creativity that goes into writing television shows and books and movies help fuel my imagination. They also help me see plotlines (most plotlines on television are so lame I can tell you what will happen when from the first five to ten minutes). Great plotlines on television seem to be a death knell for the show. Jericho stands as a prime example. One of the best-written shows of the last decade, Jericho lasted but a season and a half. The half was due to a major outcry from devoted viewers (like me).

What does this have to do with today’s wride?

Everything.

While I lay in bed last night laughing my fool head off at Dick van Dyke’s shenanigans, my sleep factor shrunk dramatically. I needed to get up at 6:00am in order to get my two hour wride in before I left for a 9:00am meeting. I slept in until 6:40am, whisked Ivy and myself out the door by 6:50am and returned home at 8:20am.

On the upside, we wrode an hour and a half. On the downside, the impact caused us to not stop and write, I couldn’t shoot any hoops, and I rushed breakfast. Day nine of The Morning Wride wobbled like a Weeble – but it didn’t fall down (that’s for you older folk…). Commitment to our goals comes at a price. Some payments are easy, some payments are not. For some reason, giving up Cheers and Dick van Dyke six nights a week at bed time come tough for me.

Yes, I know all about Tivo and all the myriad recording options. In my younger days, I was a recording nut. I have movies and tv shows by the hundreds if not thousands. But when do I watch them? My days bulge precariously at their seams as it is.

I do love technology. That said, technology robs us of time better spent elsewhere. Technology also assists us to gain more time elsewhere. Is it any wonder we get confused and taxed by the pace of life? The trick with technology, my personal opinion, is knowing when to walk away…and actually walking away.

Often I know WHEN to walk away – I simply DON’T walk away. My brain/imagination/lazy-bone gets sucked into the enticing electrons and boom! My next morning gets impacted.

Balance.

Balance exults itself as the key element in these crazy days of hyper communication and digital technology. Finding balance that does not infringe on critical aspects of your life should manifest itself as a major goal of everyone caught up in the digital tsunami. Family time. Personal growth time. Work time. Sleep time. Exercise time. Spiritual time. Personal entertainment time. Health time.

Those various times all call for attention. The trick of balancing them almost requires a Phd in timeology – or a strong will and commitment to each respective time. For that reason, I have two coaches who help bring me closer and closer to balance.

I lost some sleep time last night. I also lost some exercise time. But that was not all I lost. I also lost the ability to enjoy my surroundings as I wrode my bike. While I enjoyed the time with my daughter (precious) and I enjoyed the exercise (much needed) and I enjoyed the music (comfortable), I did not connect with my surroundings as I like to do.

Ivy and I were a bit rushed. We cut off one of my favorite wriding loops to save a half hour. The impact of messing with my day from the night before is not a new concept to me. When I managed restaurants, one of the key elements to a great day was ALWAYS a strong close the night before. Walking into a mess in the morning would set every employee behind. The scramble to catch up and then get the day going could fray nerves, cause us to go into the unlocking of the doors unprepared, and customers would suffer until we stabilized the day (if we got there at all).

I did not record any video from the wride, nor did I take any pics. I didn’t have time to stop and contemplate nature and its relationship with our lives.

On the up side, however, we wrode. I did not allow my minor setback last night to impede my progress to the goal of wriding every day. Ivy and I talked a lot on this wride. We each took an earbud out and talked at length on subjects of muscle pain (poor girl, she’s graduating from the couch to wriding with her Dad who loves to wride long and fast…), animals (lots of squirrels out every morning), and her propensity to get literally colorfully dizzy when she over-exerts herself.

We talked about food and showers and the fun of wriding in the rain again. We bonded, in other words. She also wrode beside more often than not as opposed to behind me as in days past. Of course I am setting a slower pace for her, especially this morning when she told me ten minutes into the wride that her knees were aching badly. My music selection had blessed me with up-tempo tunes from the outset, so she suffered a bit through my increased pace.

Once she talked to me, of course, I slowed down. Good things come when you stay with your plan on how to reach your goals. One of my plans that helps me reach a number of goals is to wride each and every day. My hope now will be that this experience helps me get the rest I need the night before so I may get up on time.

Also, of course, my hope is I will be less prone to giving in to something like television that diminishes my plans. By the way, the song up above is included, not because tropical storm Debby continues to give us a rain event, but because I resonate deeply with the lyrics. The song perfectly resonates with me in my life in 1990. Funny how a song can transport you back to those feelings… That story is for another day, perhaps. The current rain storm  reminded me of the song…

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Riders on the Storm – The Morning Wride

Today, my daughter and I were truly “Riders on the Storm“. With tropical storm Debby off the west coast of Florida, we’re in a four day rain scenario. When I woke up this morning, I actually considered not riding. The thought struck me, in this my eighth straight day of wriding, using a little water as an excuse not to wride could set a bad precedent.

Ivy and I set out around 7:30am. We hit a small patch of rain just before our first stop. From that point on, I felt good about the ride. Once you get wet, what the heck, right? Later, near the end of the wride, we got caught in a nice downpour. This happened right before we went into Publix (local grocery store).

Of course, the store’s air conditioning caused us to ‘feel’ our soaked clothes a lot more than we might have wished, but we rewarded ourselves with a couple Bavarian Cream Eclairs – apiece.

I forgot to take video while the rain pelted us, so this short little snippet of the end of our wride simply shows the aftermath of the rain. I don’t know that I wanted to expose my iPhone to the deluge anyway…

Yesterday, we went on a wride as well. I even had a great idea for my post, but got caught up in an intense, eight hour Age of Empires – Conquerors game with two of my children and three neighborhood children. We battled back and forth for those eight hours, finally forced to stop when parents actually insisted the children eat. Can you imagine? lol!

We paused the game for another day, which I’m sure the lobby for that day being today. I see it coming… So, I will make today’s blog a ‘dual’ post. What struck me most on yesterday’s wride most? The Spanish moss on a section of our wride and Diana Krall.

I took Ivy a different path than I usually follow since the new path heads, indirectly, to the college she will attend in September. Yes, she’s a senior in high school, but all her classes will be collegiate level. Her thrill at getting the opportunity to take all her classes at Daytona State College makes me smile.

While on this route, we came across the Spanish moss. I snagged some pretty decent video of it hanging from the trees while wriding. I wish I had taken a pic of the sign that read, “Don’t Feed the Alligators.” Yeah, right. About the first time I feed one, I’ll be the meal.

We came across my snake again today, by the way. The sucker is only about three feet long, but the little serpent eats well. He’s a fat little booger. I don’t care much for snakes. I’d run him over but for the fear my tires would just kick him up on my back and I’d have a coronary. Better to let him be, I suppose…

While wriding through the lovely Spanish moss adorned trail, Diana Krall popped up in the ol’ iPhone queue with “I Remember You.” While I adore the song, the voice, and the arrangement, I felt an incredible awareness or connectedness with Ms. Krall.

I then realized the SkullCandy earbuds I listened through placed Diana’s voice directly in the center of my head. Very surreal. I was not listening to her through two ears, she was kicked back on her piano bench playing the piano and crooning to me. I’m telling you, for fifteen bucks, these SkullCandy earbuds invited musicians into your head.

I noted the same thing today with Karen Carpenter and Elton. Fleetwood Mac’s “Brown Eyes” from the album Tusk highlighted Christine McVie with the surrounding vocals of Buckingham and Nicks. I’m getting concerts performed directly in my brain. How cool is that?

Wriding today with Ivy was cool. Both physically and emotionally. She had a blast. I had a blast. That’s the way every day should start. I just hope tropical storm Debby doesn’t bring lightning and thunder these next couple days. I do not want to miss my morning wride.

Are you taking time to take care of yourself? You should. You deserve a couple hours each day. Find something you love to do and do it. If you’re anything like me at all, you will discover your productivity and confidence will increase. Give yourself a break and start your days off well.

One side note, I searched for my copy of the Doors’ “Riders on the Storm” while riding through the rain. Somehow, it did not get loaded onto my iPhone. Something being corrected right now…as I listen to it post rain-wride…

Remember to check out my new novel, The Method Writers. It’s available right now on Kindle. The hardcover version will be available the first week of July. Paperback in September. Check out the bookstore at ClearView Press Inc.

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