When You Are Present, The World Is

Finally, If You Want To Write, You Have To Just Shut Up, Pick Up A Pen, And Do It. I'm Sorry There Are No True Excuses. This Is Our Life. Step Forward. Maybe It's Only For Ten Minutes. That's Okay. To Write Feels Better Than All The Excuses.

At The Moment Our Rational Mind Stops, Hits Against A Wall ... Something Else Happens. And A Bigger Mind, Like A Pearl, Rolls In A Silver Bowl.

It's Okay To Embark On Writing Because You Think It Will Get You Love. At Least It Gets You Going, But It Doesn't Last. After A While You Realize That No One Cares That Much. Then You Find Another Reason: Money. You Can Dream On That One While The Bills Pile Up. Then You Think: "well, I'm The Sensitive Type. I Have To Express Myself." Do Me A Favor. Don't Be So Sensitive. Be Tough. It Will Get You Further Along When You Get Rejected. Finally, You Just Do It Because You Happen To Like It.

First, Consider The Pen You Write With. It Should Be A Fast-writing Pen Because Your Thoughts Are Always Much Faster Than Your Hand. You Don't Want To Slow Up Your Hand Even More With A Slow Pen. A Ballpoint, A Pencil, A Felt Tip, For Sure, Are Slow. Go To A Stationery Store And See What Feels Good To You. Try Out Different Kinds. Don't Get Too Fancy And Expensive. I Mostly Use A Cheap Sheaffer Fountain Pen, About $1.95.... You Want To Be Able To Feel The Connection And Texture Of The Pen On Paper.

Stress Is Basically A Disconnection From The Earth, A Forgetting Of The Breath. Stress Is An Ignorant State. It Believes That Everything Is An Emergency. Nothing Is That Important. Just Lie Down.