Well, it’s pretty much how I survive each day. It is also how I approach everything in my life.

One step at a time.

The best advice I can give anyone is one step at a time. I know, it sounds so simple. Its not.

Do you take little steps or big steps? NEITHER, I take comfortable ones. If a step is too big break it down into smaller pieces. I do that with posts on here too. I start out little and grow it bit by bit.

So this post…

Ok the last thing I wrote on here was about positive thinking/positivity.

Well, I don’t know if I can strictly say it works, I am still finding it hard. I have tried listening to Abraham Hicks a bit more, its a slow process and I am less than consistent. One thought at a time. One step at a time. One breath at a time. Soon momentum will take over…

Momentum is a double edged sword, or a roller coaster… I have no idea.

But I did learn a song on the guitar. It took a while but I have learned “Don’t Forget” by Demi Lovato. Now at the moment, I am not very good, but give it time and I am sure I could maybe learn to do it without looking at my left hand the whole damn time… One step at a time remember… one fret at a time…

Positivity is a huge staircase full of momentum, one little thing can make each big step smaller and easier to accomplish, perhaps in time it may even teach me to fly. But honestly right now, everything seems like some busy bustling whirlwind. I know it has to stay fast, I know momentum can only increase and it is better to go with it than to ride against it. So I am making each step on my path more sure footed by knowing what it is that I really want.

There are all these motivational things that say about taking steps on your own path. Or how that you are already on your path. It seems like the destination is always changing with your focus, so maybe its not a path, maybe you are just walking through forests and walking mountains and rivers and lakes and its all just walking. No matter what one step than another always forward. But maybe rather than walking to or running to or even running away from something we are just, walking. There is no where we are walking to. It is simply for the pleasure of walking, of seeing and observing and partaking in things that makes us happy.

What really makes you happy on a walk to no where? What are you escaping? What are you trying to get away from? What are you trying to enjoy? Why do you seek out your happy place? If not for the peace and joy of a single beautiful moment of clarity and harmony.

I have no idea now what I had intended to write when I started the slow start to this post other than one thing, to follow the river of thoughts. It’s a little random and a little uncertain so perhaps the insight it gives is that all this needs is a good old bit of insight.

Now that it is over. Counting Corvids has met its end!

Honestly as I am writing this, I AM EXCITED.

But that is not all this is always a scary process for me. Not knowing and not being prepared for this moment: when the story is over.

Just like when I write the first draft of something or when I read something. That gut sinking “oh” moment when you read those last words and I sit there and think “oh, ok, so erm, what do I do now?”

A fantasy when it is over, a story, a book, a page, it leaves you looking at the reality around you and it all looks a little duller. The world inside your head had changed and imagined all these words as things and people and now? Now it is over and how dare the fantasy be over. And you can imagine further on but you know its fruitless because this part of the world, of the day dream, the story it is not one you were invited to. That is how it feels to write.

Writing and reading, they are hand in hand.

Perhaps that is the best way I can describe reading a story for me. I am invited by a character (thanks to the author) to go and explore their world and their emotions and see the world through their eyes. It is an invitation into imagination.

I love it. I love reading a good book and escaping. I love writing something and escaping. I love the worlds that create and grow around you as the words blossom and the world (the reality) fades away.

I am honestly, so very grateful and so very happy to be able to live in these other worlds. To have that chance, the loves, the passions and the ferocity and strength. Nothing compares.

I get so excited by these things that I would gush for hours about the passion that comes from this imagination and writing. If I accidentally go on an excited rant about writing believe me I do stop when I catch myself. I know not everyone wants to know how passion can flow from writing, not everyone is comfortable around unbridled excitement and passion and that is ok.

Everyone is different. Everyone interprets anything how they want to see it. That is fine. I write with a kind heart and no ill intentions, just like how I speak. I try to at least.

So from here and my little rant about writing? What happens now that the final chapters of Counting Corvids have been posted? We will have to wait and see 😉

Oh and just to be cheeky here is the link for Counting Corvids…

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01GEBKVUM