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STOP Not Writing - The Writer Avoidance Addict Recovery Book I Wish I Had Years Ago

Courtesy There’s a time in every writer’s life when they so want to write but something, or many things, hold them back. Every hack looks at this road block as unfair, and if you’re a perfectionist or a Doer, negative emotions bubble up to the surface which makes the matter even worse. Doubt Fear Lack of Knowledge/Experience The Holy Trinity of a thing called Writer’s Block. If you gain the knowledge and experience and kill the doubt and bore the fear, you become a prolific writer, and your professional literary dreams will come true. As long as you acknowledge the existence, and necessity, of the fourth ingredient… Hard work. So many new writers view this profession as completely romantic. They see Paris in the springtime, erudite conversations in swank cafes by night. Love making by the Seine and words flowing like champagne as the after-effect. Rrright. Uh-huh. I’d so make time for those lovely moments, but in betwe

Early Morning Childhood Memories...

I can hear the Canada geese honking in my mind right now... Don't get me wrong... I don't want to live in my childhood valley again. These photos don't show the build-up around Beaverdale today; Highway 24 that slices right through the back way into Cambridge (Hespeler), Ontario, the track homes gobbling up the countryside, the freakin castles built behind the pond homes with their wrought iron gates, all that used to be corn fields...

But these zoomed-in shots allow me to go back and remember pond life the way it used to be...

My dad, sitting in our screened-in back porch, on a redwood dual deck chair, quietly smoking his pipe, staring out into this...

My mom, being too damn busy half the time taking care of a huge house and my dad and me to enjoy anything. I wish I had been older to help her so she could have had time to more experience Beaverdale life.

And me, foraging, trekking, sniffing, collecting God knows what or where, or in my backyard looking over these scenes as I made mud pie meatloaf. My mud pie meatloaf was the best in the valley. Ask anyone!

If the essence of who one is, is where they were raised, then this, at heart, is me. Quiet, still, yet teeming with colourful life, all mostly wild. I can live with that.

 Photos by Hespelerite, Sarah Silver


B J's Bookshelf...

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The Hobbit
The Joy Luck Club
All the King's Men
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Mansfield Park
Faust: First Part
The Catcher in the Rye
Islands in the Stream
And the Sea Will Tell
Animal Farm
Charlotte's Web
Sophie's Choice
Angela's Ashes
Memoirs of a Geisha
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
The Secret Man: The Story of Watergate's Deep Throat
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The Hunt for Red October

B. J. Thomspon's favorite books »

B J's Literary Heros ~ Ernest Hemingway ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ James A. Michener ~ Herman Wouk ~ James Jones ~ Vincent Bugliosi

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