Fictional Tendencies

The tangled web

Abandoned,

Save the droplets of dew.

A home long

Forgotten,

With the thought of you.

A garden left

Unattended,

With each morning new.

When the sun rises,

Be ready.

The day isn’t promised.

You aren’t owed anything.

Go out and…

Earn it.

Live it.

Enjoy!

Today in Fictional Tendencies I wanted to highlight something non-fictional, Photographic Central.  Carl takes the classic Sunday drive, mixes in the old, adds some new and appreciates everything in between. He felt inspired and decided to meditate, reflect and create. Moments like these in today’s busy lifestyle are rare and it’s such a blessing to be able to get out and enjoy it. Thanks for sharing Carl.

To enjoy, and hopefully be inspired, click on the Sunday Drive link.

As always, thanks for reading, and get out and create. Enjoy!

I ran my fingers down your spine,

I knew you were mine.

Your name?

Didn’t matter,

I held onto your every word.

You’ve taken me places

I’ve never dreamed of

and I hold you in my arms

Embracing you as if this was our last goodbye.

I ran my fingers down your spine,

One last time.

Ten days into the new year and I have posted 7 pieces/articles, some poetry, one short story and I believe a book review/highlight. With the recent rain storm I was particularly inspired this week to capture some images and write accompanying prose. So far, this year I’ve been fairly productive, especially this week. But sometimes it’s not productive to be continually productive.

Earlier today I was thinking about what was I going to write, capture or create tonight, and the more I thought about it the less I wanted to do anything. But regardless of how I felt at that moment I would continue to think about it. While discussing creative endeavors with my friend Carl (who you can catch over at Photographic Central) I told him that I think I’m going to return to Chayse soon. He said cool.

Chayse is a character I created, and am currently creating, for a story currently titled Remedium. It’s a story I haven’t shared here let alone barely even mention. I’m keeping it close to the chest. The reason I told Carl that I would be returning to Chayse was because of the three or four people who have read about Chayse, Carl was one of them. He’s read the 4,000 plus words. I was writing around 400 words a week but then I stopped. Life happened. I needed to take a break. But Chayse, or the story of Chayse has continued to brew in my head.

Now Carl said something profound, and something I’ve thought of for quite some time, he said “I think in order to be successful at being productive, in whatever field, job or hobby you choose, you have to take a break every once in a while.” I couldn’t agree more. It was nice to take a break from writing about Chayse, even though Chayse never stopped in my head. And it was nice to admit that I didn’t need to create anything tonight. I could wait for inspiration.

Fictional Tendencies  will continue to be a creative outlet for me. I’ll continue to achieve the goals I set for myself in my Goals for 2018  post. I’ll post whatever images I capture or whatever poems or prose I write. And, if possible (I don’t want to give too much away) I’ll keep you informed on Chayse and Remedium as I progress with the story.

If you’re wondering why I chose the palm trees as my “Featured Image”, it’s because everyone always posts pictures about their beautiful sunsets. Don’t get me wrong, they are beautiful and breath-taking. But I wanted mine to be different, so I shot it in Black and White and chose to capture the most wide open and clear space available. Hence, “The Sky’s the Limit”. Don’t limit yourself or your potential.

If you’re still with me, thanks for reading. Get out and create.

Be on the look out for:

• Review on The Cure for Sleep
• More photographic images
• More poetry and prose
• Updates on Remedium and The Garden

Sometimes in the still of night
I sit awake,
Quietly
Contemplating the stillness,
The quiet stillness of
Solitude.
Some may call it loneliness,
Others, too afraid to name it.
But I sit amongst the stars
Lost in thought
And contemplation.
Floating in an undiscovered world
A state of undisputed freedom
And when my mind awakes
I realize I am home.

In the depths of night,
Along the roads that sleep
I came upon a house

Or should I say
It came upon me

Embracing me
With darkness, welcoming
Its touch ice cold

But when I look again
it shimmers, this is the story told

Today at lunch I sat in my truck and decided to play around with a Canon G10 camera that my friend Carl gave me. I wasn’t feeling particularly inspired so I forced myself to take a few pictures, well, I didn’t like the images I captured so I deleted them and decided to do what any grown man would do in my situation…push buttons.

The images I captured  are the result of pushing buttons and slowly exhaling while I pushed the capture button (similar to how a Sniper pulls the trigger on his rifle). Being that I was finished with taking pictures I sat and thought about telling a story with the pictures. Maybe that was my main focus anyway, at least subconsciously. As I clicked back and forth through the few images I captured a phrase popped into my head “As I sit and watch/The rain drip life away”

What I find typical of my creative endeavors is that they tend to start with an image or phrase and I build from there. The below poem is the end result of the above mentioned actions and thoughts. Thank you for reading. Enjoy! And get out and create.

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As I sit and watch

The rain drip life away;

Tomorrow it’ll be forgotten,

Tomorrow,

Another day.

This perspective, as it seems,

Appears to be a spectacle,

A garden of

“Love me, loves me not” dreams.

A reflection to a question

Left unanswered,

Left unmentioned.

To be in this blossoming moment

Living, drinking

Life.