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Taking Control

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Taking Control

By Nandy Ekle

 

I have the best day job in the world. I work for a major finance corporation in the correspondence department. So I read letters, analyze the letter, research the contract and write a letter in response. So I spend all day long in the bottomless pit of words. And when we’re behind, as we have been quite a bit for the last year or so, we work overtime, still swimming in that ocean.

I love this job because it utilized every part of me I always enjoyed using—analyzing, investigating, reading, and writing. However, one of the drawbacks is by the time I get home from work, the words have just given up. As a result, I have not written much during the past year. I had forgotten how good it felt to write.

This week I made myself a promise. Beginning this week, I will take my entire lunch hour for myself. I decided to spend my lunch HOUR writing.

I also bought some new music on my player. Now, by the time lunch comes around, I’m very excited to get the writing time.

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

Everyday Sights

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Everyday Sights

Look around you – what do you see?  Dirt in the sky during a wind storm?  Trees?  Stars in the sky?  A trailer house that has seen better days?  A room full of toys?  A sky with no clouds and so blue you think it’s made of water?

There are stories here.  The dirt in the sky during a wind storm:  What else is there?  Where did the dirt come from?  What sound does it make?

Trees?  Is it a forest or an orchard/grove?  What kind of trees?  Do they hide secrets?  What history have they seen?

Stars in the sky:  Do they appear normal?  What is normal?  What if they spelled a message?

A trailer house that has seen better days:  What better days?  Who lived there?  How long ago?  Is it abandoned?  Why does it appear empty?

A room full of toys:  Are there children?  Who are the children?  Why are the toys laying around?  What are the toys?  Where have the children gone?

A sky with no clouds and so blue you think it’s made of water:  Could it actually be made of water?  While you look up, what happens?  Do you fall?

There is a story in everything around us.

Congratulations. You have received a post card from the muse.

Nandy Ekle