Being a creative writer
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February 21, 2010 by scottmartinlocke
I think my readers, as you call them, also have serious concerns, also wrestle with ideas nested in their own minds. I brood over them constantly and it is my dedication to those visions, as it is to my own, that sustain me through my years of study and meditation. There is a lot more to writing than just creative expression. There must be first a topic of which its concerns can be addressed. Sentences must have grammatical structure and preserve parallelism. A parallel congruent pattern of thought with composition style. It, the writing composition must have well-constructed paragraphs with sentences full of well placed words within the sentence. With words properly used the composition becomes a work of art formatted into a basic unit of human thought that can be easily related to. The writer must maintain coherence, integrity and respect for each given thought and idea. The writer must be hungry for every bit of knowledge to relate to the reader. Writing is a cerebral process that evolved not primarily from the brain but from the soul. The goal of writing is communication between the souls of the writer and reader, and mastery of the art consists in the ability to utilize words to ignite flames in the readers own soul. The street becomes a local university available to anyone who wished to utilize it. This is how dozens of the best minds find their material to write about; sincere human needs. Why else do you think you were put here on this good Earth? In one word it is "intensity". To explore the intensity of the human endeavor. I didn't have to graduate college to find a unique story to tell. Once properly organized the lead sentence sets the agenda with the rest of the material reinforcing the concept being addressed. During the years of my study I became caught up in a hurricane of emotion, in both my professional and personal lives. I found myself following not a single point of light but an entire aurora borealis that flashed in all sectors of the sky. I tried to catch a glimpse of myself, and what I saw I did not dislike. I was finding the real me inside this shell body of and mind. We all have to grow up, but it's amazing the crazy paths we follow in doing so. We have to find a representation of reality we can live with. Living on the edge of thought, of wrestling with the fundamental problems of being human and finding an appropriate means of expression. The writer must be qualified to impose order on chaos. The writer must be able to, and adept at handling experimental works portrayed in the words of thoughts. The writer must display a skill in drawing conclusions from notions and ideas relevant to humanity. The fact is that the writer must, entirely have an understanding of where he or she is going and how he or she proposes getting there. I caught a sense of what literature in the grand sense involved. We live in a world of human behavior, stark, cruel, infamous and dramatic worthy of an exposition to think upon. Unless you have a strong sense of blood coursing through your veins when you write significance won't be in the words you write which is the essential nature of literature. We learn that life is full of passion and emotions that in some way have to be dealt with. We find ourselves pole-vaulting from one level of thought and expression to an entirely new plateau. We find ourselves being led into the broad avenues of learning so much grander in design than the limited country roads we once knew in our life experience. What kind of people are we crying in frustration as we labor to untangle their lives and motives? Remember the sovereign rule: "if it's not written it doesn't exist. A thought not written is often lost forever unless its significance is regularly brought to our attention. It is the writer’s task to provide society with a fresh and sometimes necessarily acid portrait of itself. To excel I must live with a burning intensity - to have the courage to pay whatever price is exacted for the pains and labor of my own generous thinking. The mission of the artist is to elevate him or her self through study and insight to the highest attainable level and then to exchange concepts with them, and to write or paint, or create music so as to illuminate the problems or issues that concern them. We have an obligation to communicate with not only the brightest minds of our generation, but with the most common folk walk along the main streets of our communities. When anyone who can read, or has heard of history and man's long struggle to achieve meaning knows that the journey started many eras since humans began to think and communicate with the significant ones around them. When we come upon an abstract principle you find yourself with a very long tale. The infinite intelligence that presumes to explain human activity no matter how bizarre grows tedious within its own right. What we do is to find a binding matter to bring together scattered and diverse ideas. We people find two ways of acquiring wisdom: by patient accumulation and analysis of the evidences available and by epiphanies that in an instant illuminate continents and centuries. Drawing on experience acquired I defend my selections that could be accepted not only by myself, but by well grounded people who can appreciate what I bring to the light of day and enlightenment of night. We learn to work in silence, with the best brainpower we have. It's not impossible to believe you really can do what you think you can. So we sharpen our pencils, break out a new cartridge for our pens and put on our thinking caps. What has happened to me is that I see human capacities, human variations if you will in a new and unique different light than I once did before I began to read and write as such happened never before since I began to study with the intensity that I have now. So with one more sentence I will have sufficiently completed this composition which I am rather satisfied with. So it is done. 1014 words of thought
It’s about time
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February 15, 2010 by scottmartinlocke
Damn the 70's were great now i have time to think about them. as far as i can remember the 60's were great too; not just because i was born 1956 when the last greatest solar flare erupted from the face of the sun, but because those of us in this generation are now past 50 and that means something but i don't know besides we made it through and still are breathing. Just last week NASA sent up the solar observatory to head towards our sun and gets some new data. the sun happens to be a ball of liquid burning in the sky millions times greater than we could imagine and will do so for millions of years to come without loosing much more than 1% of its matter. It rotates and revolves and nothing is stationary even when we seem to be still we're moving about a hundred thousand miles per hour in some God known direction towards the outer reaches of our universe. It’s about time. Maybe we are only 4005 years old? Maybe hundred of millions of years old? Maybe a couple billion years old? It depends who you are asking. It’s winter now, but past December so we're heading back from the far side of the sun to the near side. Spring is on its way. And the other side of the moon isn't dark. It gets light but we just can't see it. Anyhow it's all about time. Our space station is almost complete after 11 strong years. Von Braun was right. We could go to the moon and beyond. New Horizons is almost to Pluto and other ships have pictured our solar system and left for near space. You know Einstein was right too. If i left the earth and went to the nearest galaxy and returned i would only have aged 10 years but the earth would be 18,000 years older. The Hubble telescope has pictures from the deepest parts of space billions of years away in light time. There we go again, it’s about time. Time is relative. When you're happy it don't last long. When you're unhappy it lasts forever. When you go on vacation all you think about is when you will get home. When you ain't got nothin you still got God if you want to believe it. I surrendered myself and bid farewell to this good earth. They told me to go back to the sky space man. Sure was nice being here. Every time i look down from the space station i realize just how insignificant our planet really is and our individual lives are even more insignificant. So with revelation and enlightenment i resumed my quarters and continued my observations. I could have got two masters and a PhD for the work I’ve been doing. All for what? For time. People don't just know. Worse is that they can't understand that time is all we got. Cow’s doo jump over the moon. They are just as well talented as sheep. Us people aren’t much better. Social bull and political sheep. Get it yet? I learned to live again. Life is a trip. Lsd is a trip too but who got time for three days in paradise anymore? Don’t think twice its all right. No-body comes down any more. We all are on our own trip. When my mission here is done i will have left nothing undone. It’s all about time. There’s so much to see up here where the sky is clear, but you have to bring your own air. You have to bring your own everything. Sometimes we can even have a beer or a shot of bourbon. No smoking up here. It’s a fire hazard. They make us go in this little cabin on the port side, seal it up, turn down the oxygen and roll one, but i imagine they make you go outside to smoke from what i can hear; but outside up here is different. We put on our gear and strap on a propellant pack and just drift around for relaxation. That’s a trip. I can see both sides now. And it's all still about time. Creative expression is fun but the editing and re-editing is where the work is; just trying to keep to the original thought. Last time i was home i went for a ride in my corvette and saw the blue lights in my mirror. Had to get rehabilitated and the doctor told me i would be better off in space so i hooked up a ride with the Russians and here i am again. Strapped to my propellant pack doing 17,500 mph at two hundred and twenty miles up. In zero g's no less. Well i do remember the 60's and 70's but this beats all. Yea' it's all about time. 859 words, a thousand thoughts. Meanwhile I’m working on my doctorate from the University of Applied Astronomic on the application of nuclear science to the study of the effects of neutrinos on cosmic light and super particles attraction to regular protons in deep space while solar flares are emitted from the surface of the sun
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