A while back I wanted to learn how to write better introductions for my blog posts and articles. So I dug into the core principles of growth and progress and decided to do some deliberate practice.
Are you being intentional with your writing practice? Remember, the lesson is only as good as the practice you’re willing to put in.
So, wanting to learn how to write better introductions, what I did as a form of deliberate practice started as simply collecting examples of the kinds of introductions I liked and wanted to use as a guide and then over time…
As I consider the ending of one year and the birth of another, I find myself trying to figure out what one or few words might best tap into the essence of the coming year I want to live out. I don’t do this to tap into something mystical, though such is welcomed if it happens.
I did this last year and found the words I chose vibrating through the year, my mind returning to them constantly and the simple truth of the words I chose became a mantra of sorts.
Reboot and keep moving forward. That was last year’s…
Things just work better when they’re simple. Don’t they?
Complicated systems and overwhelming processes are excuses waiting to happen. They’re just too danged hard to follow, and too much of a pain in the neck to keep up with. The better process is a simple one with as little friction as possible.
My process comes down to essentially three core elements: Idea generation, a loose outline, and the one-two punch of starting one new article and finishing another from a day or so before.
When I do these things, I keep a rolling collection of work. Often I have several…
Sunshine and 60-degree weather
carved an opportunity for a walk
just a little way up the road, greeting the creek, surveying the changes
listening to rocks fall from the rain-loosened ground and roll into the creek
Sunshine became inspiration enough to escape outside
to follow the road for a while, soaking up the warmth
listening to the creek sing its song
seeing what the recent floods had changed
Same road, same little holler, but spring teased the cold air and promised seasons change soon the otters would be out, the hummingbirds back, the world a warmer place but first, we…
You know, every poem I write for you
is like a letter written by hand
and the ink I dip my pen in is the cosmic kind
made of all these feelings we share
I write little moments, I hope will make your heart flutter
scribbling lines of “love yous” across the page
just a few images I hope holds the essence of our feelings
all the laughs and stories and looks we share
Truth is, I love writing these for you scribbling little messages in each line imagining the smile it might bring you what higher purpose could a…