I see a lot of posts about bucket lists and goals…I’ve always been an odd one out in these areas. You can imagine the challenges for me in the workplace and in raising a family…hell, Life for that matter.
I don’t really have a bucket list. I never have. I don’t want one. It makes me too anxious. Planning and goals are negatives for me. They make me feel trapped. I don’t know if there is a phobia named for this weird thinking/fear. Maybe a stray vein of claustrophobia…or agoraphobia.
I am the opposite of competitive. Games don’t matter to me. Neither do power plays or politics or bureaucracies. Rules, fences, boundaries…not really considered the right way to go to my temperament…which is fueled by fringes/margins/rebellions.
I do have daily things I like to get done, though. Reading projects. (Reading is not entertainment for me.) A feeling of productivity is good, and creativity, but only in small doses for me.
Having a big mountain to climb is not my thing. I don’t care about summits. I like journeys. Impromptu things found “along the way”. I use my blogs to write at least 1000 words a day on any number of topics. Sometimes it’s fiction; other times poetry; and sometimes it’s just essay work or miscellany. This keeps me sane.
The blogs are my “daily journals” my “morning pages” (ref. Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way).
Links to my other blogs can be found here:
The Fascination of the Ghost Story
An Essay by Arthur B. Reeve, 1919
What is the fascination we feel for the mystery of the ghost story?
Is it of the same nature as the fascination which we feel for the mystery of the detective story?
Of the latter fascination, the late Paul Armstrong used to say that it was because we are all as full of crime as Sing Sing–only we don’t dare.
Thus, may I ask, are we not fascinated by the ghost story because, no matter what may be the scientific or skeptical bent of our minds, in our inmost souls, secretly perhaps, we are as full of superstition as an obeah man–only we don’t let it loose?
Who shall say that he is able to fling off lightly the inheritance of countless ages of superstition? Is there not a streak of superstition in us all? We laugh at the voodoo worshiper–then create our own hoodooes, our pet obsessions.
It has been said that man is incurably religious, that if all religions were blotted out, man would create a new religion.
Man is incurably fascinated by the mysterious. If all the ghost stories of the ages were blotted out, man would invent new ones.
For, do we not all stand in awe of that which we cannot explain, of that which, if it be not in our own experience, is certainly recorded in the experience of others, of that of which we know and can know nothing?
l though one may be of the occult, he must needs be interested in things that others believe to be objective–that certainly are subjectively very real to them.
The ghost story is not born of science, nor even of super-science, whatever that may be. It is not of science at all. It is of another sphere, despite all that the psychic researchers have tried to demonstrate.
Welcome to the Starving Writers’ Club!
WELCOME to our new blog: “The Starving Writers’ Club”! We love this new site! AND we know you will, too! There is a writer in you and we want to help that writer grow.
The Starving Writers’ Club is a writerly advice and inspiration blog where we keep things light & humorous; but still very informative, up-to-date, and always encouraging. We will cover things like writing technique and craft; artsy-fartsy-ness topics; quotes; how-tos; writing samples from classic writers; and maybe even from you and your neighbor! Why not?
Word of the Week:
“Vapors”: In archaic usage, the vapors is a reference to the treatment of certain mental or physical states, such as hysteria, mania, clinical depression, bipolar disorder, lightheadedness, fainting (from publisher rejections), flush, withdrawal syndrome (because no one wants to celebrate your supreme talent), mood swings, etc. where a sufferer lost mental focus. The term was often applied to the melodramatic behavior of women in centuries past who felt light-headed or “faint”. (parentheses, ours).
‘Don’t let “the vapors” take you down! You ARE a FABULOUS writer. So, get up, dust off your pearls, grab that tumbler of “ambition-on-the-rocks” and kick some ass, Baby!’
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The wild beast slumbers in us all. It is not always necessary to invoke insanity to explain its awakening.
– Dr. Edward Spitzka
From a 1901 postmortem report on Leon F. Czolgosz, assassin of President William McKinley
(Art: Talissa Mehringer)