Hey Sara, thank you for you insights. Writing has been a struggle this year. I'm conflicted between between th two loves in my life (apart from God and family)—Music, my first love and Writing, a close second. I don't multi task well so writing has suffered. Your post has encouraged me to take a serious look at planning my day/week/quarter/year better, so both these gifts can continue being developed.
‘The true measure of any society can be found in how it treats its most vulnerable members’—Mahatma Gandhi
If I’d only stayed in bed for two minutes more, before turning the radio on, I would have missed the interview and gone about my day, blissfully ignorant.
What I learned collided with my world view and now I’m in a quandary.
Three Australian Archbishops had raised ethical concerns over current research being carried out into a COVID-19 vaccine!
World health leaders indicate that security from the COVID-19 virus will occur only after a vaccine has been fully tested, vetted, and distributed.
If someone tells you that statistics were unimportant to them when they first started writing and posting on Medium … don’t believe them.
Statistics are important and don’t let anyone tell you any different. I don’t believe that there is any published author, blogger, or Medium writer who doesn’t long for the day when their book, blog, or article goes viral.
We write in the hope that thousands of others, will deem our creative talent worthy of reading and sharing.
But, for too many of us, there’s an accusing voice inside our heads saying “You’re not good enough!”, “Who do…
Recently I came across a post on Facebook that disturbed me, not just disturbed me but made me angry, really hot under the collar.
“Current survival rate figures for the US=98.54%. How ’bout we promote that, instead of fear.”
Is this person for real? Do they have any idea about the seriousness of the situation? Haven’t they looked at the daily mortality statistics?
For weeks I’d been watching with growing interest how various governments have responded to the Coronavirus pandemic.
Some countries have been decisive in their actions, others are less so, and others chaotic.
In Australia, like them or…
Yesterday was a train wreck. Not a literal one, rather a literary one.
Oh dear, here I go with the bad dad jokes again!
The plan was to spend time evaluating and writing about what I had written and posted the day before.
The idea was in line with a strategy of writing daily for 30 minutes, followed by 15 minutes of editing before posting.
Surely it couldn’t take that long. Thirty minutes of focus should see the job done, and I could move on to other things.
That was the plan, but the execution was something different.
The clock is ticking down again.
But today I am writing from a different perspective. Today I want to spend the next twenty minutes in reflection. Reflection on an article I wrote yesterday:
It was John Maxwell who said,
“Experience is not the best teacher; evaluated experience is the best teacher. Reflective thinking is needed to turn experience into insight.”
If I am serious about mastering the art of writing and publishing, I must make reflection my constant companion.
Each day I need to take five or ten minutes to consider.
“Hey Siri, can you set the alarm for 30 minutes?”
“The alarm is set for 19:26.” Siri is so polite.
I’ve turned my mobile face down and am now concentrating solely on writing.
I’m not considering editing at this moment, only writing.
The plan is to stop when the alarm goes off and then reset the alarm for another 15 minutes. That’s when I’ll edit and tidy the post ready for publication.
How does that make me feel?
I don’t know. I can’t describe how I feel. I’ve never done anything like this before. If I were to stop and…
The Eurostar rocketed across the golden, undulating French countryside. Traveling by train first from London to Paris, and then returning ten days later was a dream come true.
Paris holds fonds memories, and this was my second time. The first time was as a teenager. Now I had returned with my wife and daughter to share the experiences. The first time I was a curious student on a big adventure. The second time I was a writer with expectations. Paris lived up to, and surpassed, all these expectations. But more of that adventure another time.
Modern trains are fast, functional…
Simply put, I haven’t posted any articles in for almost four months. It wasn’t planned that way, I just allowed it to happen.
I allowed myself to be overwhelmed by circumstances.
You see, I got caught up in too many minds. There were too many options, and rather than picking one and following it through to its conclusion, I procrastinated. And tomorrow never came.
I was a captive of perfectionism.
Rather than starting over, no matter how mediocre the outcome was, I decided not to start at all.
If you don’t start, you can’t fail.
Do you relate to that?
Today I dedicate this story to the little one who miscarried at four weeks.
Hi, Daddy. Remember me?
I am your firstborn, the little one you and Mummy longed for.
You never got to meet me. I was conceived in love, carried with anticipation and, when the pregnancy terminated, grieved with tears.
Does Christopher know that he has an older sister? Had I survived I would be 24 years old. No, maybe a little older. There’s only about a year or two between us both. I would have finished university and would be out in the workforce now.