Hey, team,
It's my first post! The point of this
blog is to give you all a view through the window to my heart, mind, body, and
soouuullll baby while also providing myself an outlet to freely express my
thoughts and emotions in a way that's meaningful and practical to me. It will
typically revolve around various things going on in my life like writing
(today's!,) my relationships, my adventures, and dealing with my back and forth
dance with the devil (Cancer. More on that later. It's pretty juicy.)
Writing is a
beautiful tool that everyone can used as an art form to express themselves, use
as a journal for stress relief, or assist you in telling a story. Like
everything, everyone can be good at it if they try hard enough. You may never
be GREAT, but you can definitely be GOOD through constant practice. In
conjunction with this blog, I like to give myself periodic writing exercises.
They can be little things like writing a short poem, writing a story with
alliteration (today's!,) or writing a micro story about an inanimate object on
the desk in front of me (or you?)
The reason I like to do alliteration exercises
is because it puts your brain under duress from constantly looking for seldom
used words for familiar ideas. It thrusts you into unfamiliar territory and
really makes you flex the ol' vocabulary to get some extra use out of your
words. It allows you to keep your head full of ideas and forces you to keep the
tip of your pen wet.
"Living life lavishly lately, I’ve looked longingly
for the fictitious forces being fantastically
fabricated from our own flight of fancy. I’m fastened to the
insightful illumination that inspiration is an
illusion, intelligence is insincere, and intellectuality is an invention.
Ingenuity, intellect, and imagination are extinct.
I may have lost my marbles by milking my mind dry from
meditating on all of the misery and misgivings of the masses.
I've potentially given some punk the power to pillage
and plunder my proclamations. He’ll push back my prophecies as punitive and
penal. When that happens,
the world we wanted without exception will be
wrecked. The wallowing, the woeful, and the weary will rise up while we wait
like wax statues wondering what went wrong.
Reality is repeatedly in front of you rightfully resting
for a revolutionary to reach for a rifle and reignite a new renaissance to
reinvigorate the rank-and-file to decipher their new,
distinct delusions as day dreams or as dire designs for a
new de facto destination."
It's always tough showing anyone
something personal and writing is no exception. Even something as simple as the
above exercise is deeply personal and a reflection of my skill as a writer and
of my feelings. It feels good to get it out there.
So, remember...
Keep your head full and your tip
wet.
-Safford McGivens
