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The Buffer Conversation

Author’s Note: As you all know, I’m in the business of making things up. However, real life can be just as extraordinary. Here is my latest conversation with a WordPress friend regarding her blog post and its redistribution. I use an app called Buffer. The conversation went as follows.

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This is What it Means to Write

In spilled ink are truths found
As we bleed across pages
Stanzas formed from our pain
Paragraphs, our experiences
Waiting for those rivers of us
To congeal into certainties
Certain kinds of truth
Yet like the blood in our wounds
They merely crust
As imperfect finishes
Upon imperfect souls
They scab. They hurt
This is our destiny, pain
This is what it means to write

50 Word Stories: A Writer’s Life

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Author's note: Unlike almost all my 50 word posts, the following actually happened. I kid you not.

"Really! Have you been published?"
"Yes, many times."
"And?"
"And, what?"
"Are you a millionaire?"
"No."
"That's a shame."
"Why?"
"Isn't that the reason you write?"
"No."
"Why the hell would you sit at home writing if it wasn't to make loads of money?"
"Because I love it."
"Yeah, right!"

Author's final note: Is this the world we live in!

Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series
The Eternals
Hunter Hunted

The Burden Of Feeling

Unhappiness is a terrible thing. It does not just appear, it sneaks up on you like a stalking tiger. One minute you are fine and every, single minute thereafter is an inexorable downward slide. You think you are alone in it and despite what others say, you are.
Breaking the cycle of unhappiness can require life-changing decisions, almost always unpleasant, often difficult. But it can be done and the long term benefits are incalculable.
However, there are asides to the joy of release. You know in your own heart that the slightest thing can make you unhappy again; the tiger strikes. The facade slips and unhappiness is back. The veneer between joy and misery is a thin one.
I believe a lot of writers suffer with internal unhappiness. The heart is a heavy burden for a lot of wordsmiths. Without feeling it, you could never accurately portray it. To feel, to really feel, one must tap the well of the soul and not overflow with it. A heavy burden.
The reason for this post is not to try and make these people feel better just to let them/you know, you are not alone in feeling it.
I genuinely hope this post helps if you feel this way. I know it would have helped me all those years ago. And as I put pen to paper still.