Writing

Make Good Art

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“MAKE GOOD ART”

I haven’t been enjoying the ride as much as I should be. This was a great reminder of why I write.  His advice was simple and to the point. I hope you will take a moment to be inspired.

 

Wow! I just watched an amazing and inspiring video commencement speech by Author, Neil Gaiman,  University of Arts Class of 2012.

1. “Be wise, and if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is, and behave as they would behave.”
2. Make amazing, useful mistakes; “mistakes mean you’re doing something.”
3. Go beyond the Rules.
4. “If you have an idea of what you want to do, or what you were put here to do; just go and do it.”
5. Leave the World a more Interesting place.
6. Make good Art: “Make it on good days & bad; Make the art only you can make, using your voice, your mind, your story, and your vision…”

7. Enjoy the ride.

A Good Year

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 blimpPhoto Prompt for 100 word Flash Friday Fictioneers-33

A GOOD YEAR

      Karen elbowed her sleeping husband, “Oh my God! Brian look! Wake up,” she said, shaking his arm.

     He yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Sorry babe, I’m exhausted from the wedding.”

     She pulled him toward the window. “It’s the blimp!”

     Sure enough, high above the clouds, as though their own personal escort, floated the Goodyear blimp.

     Brian’s heart swelled to near bursting, with love for his young bride as the window of the plane reflected back the child-like delight in her eyes.

      Karen squeezed his hand, smiling, “It’s going be a good year.”

The Final Climb

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Photo Credits: Douglas Mcllroy

THE FINAL CLIMB
            The view took her breath away as they flew over the majestic mounds of earth.
Shadows fell and snow glistened as the sun began to peek up over the horizon.
She’d often wondered what pulled him here, every year, attempting the impossible. Was it the physical or personal challenge? Or, was it simply the conquest?
The helicopter circled, began its descent, and with care, the pilot touched down. She stepped out, walked to the edge, surveyed the beauty, and lifted the lid from the urn. He’d finally made it top of the summit.

Hello Friend

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English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada)
English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

FIVE SENTENCE FICTION – ORANGE

HELLO FRIEND

I sit curled up in my blanket on the beach chair, a cup of hot coffee warming my hands, the ocean’s music soothes my soul.

 The last time we were here, we chased umbrellas across the wind blown sand, and laughed until our sides ached.

 We spoke of our children, husbands, memories of old, and dreamed of things yet to live.

Amid the laughter,  we promised to grow old together, and make yearly trips to watch the sun rise and set, but God had other plans.

 I wait, listening as I do every year, to the ocean’s gentle waves, and watch as the sun begins to set, then a beautiful orange glow brightens the sky, just like clock work – “Hello friend.”