Thinking of making this a new weekly thing. Just posting an old or new poem every Saturday since the goal posts get very little on this day. Yet, Saturday is a busy day on WordPress from the look of my email. So I’m not even going to schedule these things. Just wake up and slap one on unless I’m busy. For the 2’s of people watching, the goal posts will now officially be a Sunday thing.
This one is from February 2013 and a time before I figured out how to add pictures:
Do you remember your power?
The childhood ability
To dream of the impossible
And bring it to life
Friends with no substance
Explanations beyond science
Reality was nothing more than clay
This power was the source of fun
And the push for our ambition
Defiance in the face of adults
Who swore it had no purpose
Because they had forgotten
That they once held the power too
As time went on many lost it
Like a muscle that is never used
Our power shriveled and weakened
Crippled by the horror of adulthood
Our friends of fiction vanish
Leaving behind a misty memory
That we call childhood foolishness
We have moved on to the ‘real’ world
Letting our great power die
No longer remembering its joy
Becoming the adults who stifled us
With their atrophied imagination
Sue and I like it. Your 2’s have been covered. So true about the stifled power of imagination as adults.
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It’s funny too because thinking outside the box is looked for by employees. Not sure how they expect people to find a balance in there.
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i have found the challenge of “thinking outside the box” is a hollow one indeed. Once you get outside the box there will be a manager who will coach you to be more normal.
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If they let you outside in the first place. A few times I found it was a test of patience to explain out-of-the-box thinking to supervisors and bosses. It’s like they can only think by the rules and anything beyond that is a different language.
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That’s why they are bosses.
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Love this, Charles! I really needed this poem today to give me the push to keep writing my fantasy stories. I’ve been hearing too many people say they’re not into fantasy or “it’s not my kind of story.” I’m grateful for the books that fire my imagination!
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I hear that all the time. Never understood why people always feel the need to tell an author that they aren’t into the genre. Maybe it’s to stop the author from talking shop.
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That’s probably true. But then they shouldn’t ask, “What are you working on? Can I read it?” I don’t mind hearing someone say, “I don’t usually like fantasy, but you hooked me.”
A number of people have admitted that they wouldn’t read a fantasy book, because they heard the names are hard to pronounce and they’re not realistic enough. (Um, duh. It’s a fantasy.) So they knock all fantasy because of what they imagine fantasy books to be. Sigh.
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My favorite is still ‘I bought your book to help, but I don’t read fantasy’. I always appreciate that, but part of me would rather not know that information.
I’ve heard the name issue before, which is ridiculous. Not every fantasy story has difficult names. Honestly, who has trouble with Bilbo, Gimli, Frodo, Aragorn, and Gandalf? Not to mention to tongue-twisting name of SAM. 😛
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For some, the pressure of a deadline helps. I got up a scene from Pride’s Children every Tuesday from Ch. 1, Sc. 1, to Ch. 20, Sc. 6, without a break (though one was an hour late – I forgot it was Tuesday, but it was still Tuesday somewhere).
For others, or for other occasions, deadlines are not only unnecessary, but may lead to low quality output.
Since you set your own deadlines…
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Personal deadlines definitely help, but there are moments when even that can’t help. I remember having jobs that were so exhausting that I could barely think my way through writing a grocery list. At least for me, it gets hard to be in a non-creative role for most of the day and then flip the switch back on.
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Really like the last 2 lines. 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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I love the poem. It reminds me of how free my writing was as a child. When I look back at the innocence, I’m always a little sad that some it’s lost!
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