Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Are You Showing God a Good Time?




“Ignorance on fire trumps experience every time.” –Insurance Salesman

Does anyone want to read a blog that isn’t about blogging?

Nope.

Well, maybe a few. Dear friends who are interested in what in the heck you do with your days. Some want motivation whether to take action or to make life changes.  Some are searching for answers to specific questions, like how in the world do we get high SEO ratings?

I haven’t a clue.

I know, though, that we’re all salespeople.

I didn’t think I was since I’m not charging for anything I write, post, or blab.

But I realized yes, I am selling. I want people to read my blogs—what in the heck am I doing here otherwise, blowing smoke?

I want people to buy my book when it eventually comes out in 2019.  (After two years with the publisher)

At a party aren’t you selling yourself when you strike up a conversation with someone?

Are we so jaded with somebody trying to sell us something that we turn a deaf ear? Some are shysters, yes, taking advantage; others are trying to make a living.  

And don’t blame the marketers, advertising is the way to get eyeballs on their merchandise.

People have to know it exists.

I want to give my gift. And I think that gift is to talk about self-realization, motivation, and spiritual growth.

Sound lofty?

Well, it is. I see how unhappy many people are. I see how they believe their self-worth is equal to dishwater. I see how they fear dying and fear living abundantly.

I see how people are carrying emotional injuries from childhood, protection that worked then, but as an adult, it isn’t working. Boy, do we need to drop that garbage.

I see how 10’s of thousands of people throng to Tony Robbins events with the intention of either healing themselves or gaining a greater understanding about how life works. Some want to rise to greater heights. I saw how when Tony speaks with a participant; most are suffering.

In conversations, people roll into fear—you know, the government, “trying to do God’s will.” Well, crap, God’s will is your will. That’s my message. Carve out your own path. Give God a break.

“Are You Showing God A Good Time?”-
- Rev. Linda Finley (Center for Spiritual Living,)

You wonder in “Giving your gift” if the receiver will like it. You question if you have matched their tastes. They might re gift it, or give it to goodwill, or stash it in the closet. “Gee thanks,” they mutter while wondering what in the world you were thinking.

It’s embarrassing.

That’s the way it is with writing. You put out some words; some will be scooped up gentle as baby birds, others will get trampled.---Not the baby birds.

It’s a crap shoot.

But let’s get smart. Write what you want to read. Yep, yep, yep, I know not all people are like me, but you aren’t writing for the world. You are writing for a special few.

Are you are giving your gift? Find what floats your boat.

Find it. Give it. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

A Stroke of Genius



“Write killer content.”I read when I opened a mentoring site.

“Yeah right!” I screamed. “Like we intend to write crap!”

 “Knock my socks off, “ we hear. Remember the judges on #Project Runway told their designers, to “Knock my socks off. Make it work!”

It’s this way folks, nobody sets out to write tripe. Everybody wants to write, paint, design clothing, or whatever, making it killer stuff.

 However, art and life is a process.

And this competition stuff is for the birds—although I doubt if birds are competitive, except for food, oh yes, and mates. Guess it’s the same with people. One tries to make a living with their creative endeavor—that translates to food, and finding a mate—well, that’s universal.

I learned this from Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love). She looked at ancient thoughts on creativity and found that long ago people thought that “Genius” did not lie in the person, but it was like hidden in the walls, and once in a while, it would whisper to the artist.  That was the stroke of genius.

Therefore being brilliant did not lie on the artist's shoulders alone. The artist couldn’t take all the credit when his work was good, neither could he take all the blame when it was bad.

Write for the joy of it whether the genius visits or not.

Ta Da,
Joyce

P.S. I am also posting on writing and other subjects, (Brunch for the Soul, Life on the Farm, and Travel) on http://www.plottwist747.com