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Thursday, March 29, 2012


There is a land not too far from where you sit right now.

Its velvet grasses miss the press of your feet. The billowing clouds strain to see your body walk slowly up the rising hill.

The fragrant winds blow through the lonely tree branches, whispering your name as they seek some trace of you.

It is where the magic lives.

That realm is lonely, wondering where you have been.

Where have you and I been?

We have been caught up in the drudgery that writing has become. Burdened by life's duties and our own doubts, we have lost our way.

We have lost the magic.

Did we lose it straining for that first perfect sentence in our new novel? Looking at the blank, impatient computer monitor did we forget the simple wonder of just writing the first simple sentence that occurred to us?

That creative power which bubbles so tingly at the beginning of our book quiets down after a time. The journey becomes slower and slower, the inertia of doubt steadily dragging our steps.

Do we continue doggedly on or do we stop to refresh ourselves?

The answer to that question determines whether we find our way back to the magic or not.

How do we refresh ourselves on a long wilderness walk? We stop by a stream and drink.

Drink of those poets and writers who sparked that love of the written word spoken in the lonely heart of the reader.

As a hiker takes shade under the canopy of a huge oak, listen to the music of those artists who stirred you to imagine images that you just had to write and make live in your own way.

Then, you shall write as a child writes ... not thinking of a result but thinking in terms of discovery as if you were hiking once again where the magic lives.


  1. I remember as a college basketball player, how we were given 5 days off from practice during Christmas break. When we got back on the court, every single person on the team seemed to be able to jump an extra foot off the ground. By taking it easy our bodies were able to rejuvenate.

    I wonder if this is how it is for many people with their creativity and writing...

  2. I definitely needed a time of refreshing.

  3. Amen, Roland. Well said, as usual.

  4. Refreshments come in many flavors and sizes. (I'm thinking of an extremely large, rounded mug, lined with salt, on the rocks!!)

    May you find some refreshment in the written words of your favs, Roland. Take some time soon! Creative wells need to be serviced.

  5. Definitely beautifully written. I had a day off last month... Not really though. But in two months, the observatory opens again, and that always rejuvenates me. So go forth and find it. A bottle of Spaten now and then is good, too.