Writing for the Soul

It seems that whenever I am reading a self-help article online all it ever mentions is how a person got into writing and how they attained great success whilst doing it. Doing workshops and talking to people – selling ‘better’, all of those mundane things seemed to be ‘improved’ after they took up writing and some form of meditation.

Well I usually think such things are hogwash; but I recently came up with a pretty solid idea for a series of Novellas. It may or may not work but it would definitely flex the creative muscle inside of me in a completely different way. And considering how much soul power I need to write an album that means something to me; I must admit I’m curious at the idea of writing for, or from this place.

Now don’t take my meaning of soul as something that involves god – no I’m talking merely the creative and free spirit that resides inside and says all the things you wish you could say and does all the things you wish you could do.

Anyhow; it turns out I’m not the only one into writing. After a lengthy chat with a friend recently it was realized that they too were on their own path of change and of creativity through the soul in their own writing and it dawned on me that in that sense the universe is telling me to get myself in order. The logical side says coincidence; but the spiritual side does not believe in it. Pseudoscience aside; I stopped believing in coincidence a long time ago.

Positively influencing those around you – sounds like something some hippie moron might say to you after a HARSH bong sesh. Truly though it is something profoundly revealing of your own capabilities if you can positively influence someone and they actually appreciate it and thank you for it. Through words this can be done at a speed so fast now that we have the internet that it is RIDICULOUS to think of any other medium that could do so.

Then we got video.

But this post is about the evolution of the person and the mind. If you are able to sit down and write 500 words like I am today and it is about a fiction-based tale or a fantasy or a dream you once had and then you build upon it – the dream becomes a fathomable reality unto its own via words. You are literally taking subconscious thoughts and images and playing them out into your own opera. There is something very magical about that.

Perhaps I sound old and out-dated and not ‘with-the-times’ but I think that the simplistic idea of taking something that is only entirely into your head as a thought of a story or of a life goal and then making it a reality in a very easy to communicate way is something absolutely brilliant. If we had more children expressing themselves this way rather than being forced to do detrimentally boring and un-stimulating exercises I could only imagine the evolution of art.

As we are still a fledgling society in a world made small by rapid communication; I think it a dire necessity to remind ourselves of the infinite creativity we all have. To those of you who believe you have none: change your beliefs about yourself and you will be a happy, happy person.

In childhood; whenever Ms. or Mr. Teacher gave us 45 minutes to write down a story, or perhaps we had a spare half hour to write down some thoughts about something, I would abuse this time as it would be my favorite. I would not waste a moment; minute or otherwise. It would allow me to be creative in a totally unscripted and uninhibited way without having to worry about what anyone thought about anything. It was bliss. I hope some day that everyone realizes what they are doing should be feeling the same way. It was not work. It was not school. It was playtime with pencil and paper.

~p.O

What the DEVIL are you reading Mr. O?

Well it turns out I’ve decided to start reading books again; I don’t know how I’ve found the time but obviously I must think it’s important enough of a thing to do for my mind, body; and soul. You know; I’m like any other average joe. How am I better than any other guitar player or working stiff?

That’s the thing; I’m terribly similar.

I like to think I can connect to those of you who bother to read these blogs because of that.

Sure the website looks reasonably snazzy, as I didn’t make it, but it’s just an appealing rope which I can haul you into my world of bizarre musician-ocity-isms?

Anyhow; I’m reading “The Magic” by Rhonda Byrne. I have no idea who the devil she is but she has written some interesting books on how to perceive life I can say that much. This one is all about being gratuitous with your gratitude: and I’m telling you I couldn’t be happier people bother to read my blog. There is a sense of genuine folk on WordPress which is entirely different from YouTube or Facebook or Twitter which I totally dig.

This book has opened my eyes up to a lot of negativity that I seem to be lumbering around with: not in the sense that I’m a miserable depressed unhappy mother finger; but that the way I approach situations is in the negative and the way I approach, more importantly, thoughts is negative. BUT WHY?! WHY!!!!

Because as children we didn’t have those negative things going on – we had to get them stamped out of us with the hammer of social awkwardness. That being socially acceptable things to do/say/act/be. So as I’m trying to remove some of these internal dialogue awkwardness’ I’ve discovered once I started to remove them from my social and real life I came to the conclusion that people are morons.

Brash? Hardly. People love drama. They seethe and rage but have some kind of a near sexual fantasy with these incredibly over dramatic personal relationship drama situations. And it really does cause a lot of pain and problems and the biggest unfortunate thing is that it distracts from really living life. SO. It comes down to this. What the devil am I reading? A book about being a kind of more solid person. Enjoying and appreciating things more and removing the indoctrination that society has provided me with the love of the material. It’s going really great.

I got some good friends back into my life; and some bad ones out. I am on the right path once more. And I promise not to type nearly 500 words about overly interpersonal and judgemental things for at least a week.

~P.o

Balance

My life has seemingly become one very large balancing act. On one hand; I have a lot of work to do on my album. A lot of work does get done; simply because it is something I am passionate about and I have a lot of finishing up to do on it. I’m not even mentioning the fact that there are about 4-5 more phases to go through after I am finished writing this album.

Alas; not all of my time can be spent on the songs. I wish I had one more hour every single day so that I could work on them.

Hold on; one more hour?

What if I just went to bed an hour later? Or woke up an hour earlier? Hmmmmm?

Interesting concept, isn’t it? That’s what successful people do. They keep working hard at what they love so that they can keep moving forward. I remember thinking back to myself a few weeks ago; “Wow, imagine if I didn’t wake up at 6 today. Where would my head be at? What would I be doing at this time? Brushing my teeth?” that day I finished an entire song in solid swoop, or sweep for you guitar enthusiasts.

So just some food for though. I go through a lot of processes which makes songwriting very elaborate and difficult, much as anyone does to refine their work or art. My point is to do what you love to do, and to do it a lot. Get as much as you can out of it.

Today I spent an hour and a half and I got through an entire new musical piece. By new I mean I produced it from what it originally was; but that’s semantics. The point is I kicked a lot of ass. I was testing out a new work principal of 50/10: 50 minutes of work, 10 minutes of rest. But I ended up going hard for one and a half hours straight and only now have I stopped to blog and to eat some nasty little 59c noodles.

Oh well.

Off I go.

Stormcoast

Hello reader; just thought I’d share some photos I took of a particularly bizarre day of weather.

 

Skygate!

 

Storming

 

Natural Drama

 

 

It was beautiful and started to storm otherwise I would have gotten a rainbow! Next time.