Is there a difference? I suppose there is, but it’s all that is inside just waiting to get out. Whether you write about the boring subjects (self, as posted by one writer), or a mystical fiction book with suspense and/or action written all through it, it really is about SELF, and what happens inside of you, events that twist and turn your thinking around and develop story lines.
I am a writer of nonfiction. I just cannot seem to develop the fictional story line, no matter how hard I try. I love historical fiction, but lack the discipline to find out everything I need to find out about an era, the time and effort it takes to check and see if I can use famous names and/or places within my book, or do I have to change the names every time?
Benjamin Disraeli said, “When I want to read a good book, I write one.” Amazing! Astounding! I wish I had said that! Moreover, I wish I’d written that! But I didn’t.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Lay this volume down. You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and made my satellite.” Yet how many, including me, have become his satellite? I think, what he did not realize, was the power he has, a master of words, to liven the soul, bring it out of the woodwork of my body, enlightening and challenging.
I’m encouraged, on a daily basis, to live to the best of my ability on this pale blue dot, Carl Sagan’s name for the planet, Earth. We are here but a short while and we think we count. We count to the generations living only about 100 years, beyond that we become merely a name with two dates separated by a hyphen. Unless we are a ruler, an explorer with the backing of Spain, or a heretic, this is the only thing people will see on ancestry sites, and the pages that they carry to prove their worth, and that of me, a name that their seed comes from.
Live in the moment, for the moment, do the job you need to do in that moment, or relax, if that is what the moment deems.
Eat. There is no chocolate in the grave. Drink more milk, or your favored beverage of the gods. Do both in moderation, for moderation is the key to our sustenance.
And while you photographers (finger points straight at you, while the thumb points right back at me) are out there preserving the memory, take the moment to reserve it in your mind. Apples fall, make the applesauce while enjoying the moment of the work, cutting and cooking, and filling the jars, and remember this harvest and the activity and laughter in it’s creation, for this is the life we have. It may be simple, it may be boring to another, but it is your life, and it is not boring to live it. (For the sake of this article, I did NOT take any pictures, although my fingers were itching to do so. Like a good book, we can place it in our minds eye and create it with our own imagination.)
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