A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.
Joy Indestructible My wise sage friend Pam is one blogger I love to hear from. The saying that if want to learn wisdom, sit with the elders applies here. She is full of wisdom.
One thing that helps is to give myself permission to write badly. I tell myself that I am going to do my 5 or 10 pages no matter what and I can always tear them up the following morning if I want. I’ll have lost nothing writing and tearing up fine pages would leave me no further behind than if I took the day off. Lawrence Block WD
This quote strikes a chord within me. I’ve given up trying to get the perfectly written material. I just banter along with what’s in my head and let all the string of words flow as they wish.
Some turn out to be fodder for my dust-bin and some turned out fairly good. The important thing for me, is to keep the writing going on and not give that imp called Writer’s block an excuse to manifest Himself.
I like turning the imp into a male in this case, due to the distractions that males specimens can be in female lives 😉
Before I started writing for public consumption, I happily wrote in my diary without bothering to tear out a page or gnaw at my underlips, but now that I am working on stories that would be read by others, there are times that the flow is not as seamless as my ears would like it to be, so I batter my laptop in a steady tempo, hoping to knock some sense into it and get it to say what I want.
I am quite doubtful that any writer even the greatest authors have flawless writing moments. Excerpts and stories of great authors that I have read are riddled with nervous moments, a couple of writers blocks here and there, bursts of inspirations, crazy habits a lot of times and lots of full waste paper basket and enough pocket change spent on jotters.
Bottom line, is to keep at it. Don’t stop. In the midst of the torn mess, there’s bound to be some sensible material.
That’s the one! I was coveting the camera with my eyes 😉
‘When will I get the mail? Or, have they forgotten me? Didn’t I register on time? I would really like to participate in this course.’
These were the thoughts that went through my mind days before the photo 101 course was set to start. I fretted a little bit and wondered if I would get the notification at all from WordPress.
Waking up on Monday morning to find a welcome note from dear WP, prompted a happy smile and a deep sense of gratitude to the faculty behind these opportunities.
I really must say that they do try to keep us engaged, expand our scopes and stoke our inspiration.
Why am I particularly keen on this class? I am what I would call an accidental photographer. This is my first photo class ever. I neither have any shooting skills, nor know any techniques. I am just a point and click amateur.
I desired for a Canon EOS 70D or Nikon D7200 to play with during the class, but for the life of me, I can’t afford to purchase a camera of over a thousand dollars right now.
The beautiful thing is that WP knows how to simplify these classes, so that each person is carried along at whatever level they are. No complications. So Canon/Nikon can wait.
It’s very easy to overlook such gestures and take the value added advantages for granted.
It’s always easy for man to complain about everything that is wrong and forget the things to be thankful for.
There are a whole lot of platforms out there that are comparable to arid deserts with no oasis in sight and their bloggers are abandoned to wade and flounder in ignorance to the detriment of their blogs.
Well, to cut a long tale short, I appreciate this platform provided by WordPress and would like to say thank you for these interactive opportunities which we are granted free of charge. I bet if I have to go pay for photo classes, I would part with some change.
In my place, it is said that a man who forgets to express thanks, has fallen asleep to the goodness that surrounds him.
Water. What an apt theme for today’s Photo 101 course. It’s raining quite sensibly over here, with the rumbles of thunder growling in the background and there’s something about the elements that makes me feel so alive.
My mind is lost in a maze of thoughts and feelings as I tap to the drip-drop of the rainfall and the rumbles. It simply makes me want to chatter over a nice cup of coffee.
It reminds me of naked and carefree days as a child dancing with glee in the rain and singing ‘rain, rain, go away,’ with my siblings and the neighbours kids, to our mothers dismay when they eventually caught us.
Rainy days reminds me of early days of learning to give myself a bath as a kid and my concentration point was to scrub my tummy over and over until my mother took over the sponge and gave such a thorough scrubbing that left me squeaky clean with tingling skin.
It takes me back to years gone by, of putting plastic pails under the corrugated zinc roof, to collect pools of water from the rain due to the epileptic service of the water taps.
The days of going up and down the slippery, clay slope that led to the village stream with swinging kegs to fetch water for my grandma’s big pitchers pass through my mind. We would wade in and splash around in the stream before finding our way home, but my dalliance with water of deep depths was rudely brought to a stop one day, when a water snake came gliding by as we frolicked.
It scared the blinking daylights out of me. Hurtling out of the stream, my wading days in untamed water was over. I DESPISE snakes!!
I do love to wallow in the pool or the jacuzzi, when I get the chance, but I keep away from the deep end.
I know my paranoia comes from an incident back in the days, of witnessing a young man disappear into the waters of Tarkwa Bay in Lagos and was never found again.
This paranoia got further cemented with the loss of my brother-in-law to the cold, watery fingers of a lake in Ontario, Canada four years ago.
Nonetheless, I made sure to teach my children to swim and we dally with water with a lot of respect. At the beach, we only pluck our butts on the sand, play and maybe allow our toes to get wet. No more, no less.
It’s needless to say that human life cannot exist without this liquid essence.
My photos come from different places, and most times I take a landscape/horizontal shots for a wider perspective.
He reminds me of carefree days as he gleefully enjoys the wet path.
Pool time
Plunked on the sand and enjoying the breeze
An inviting jacuzzi
Mode of transport
Leisure ride up the canal
Watering Hole
Watering Hole
A watery home for these ones
For aesthetic purposes
I gaze and think dreamy thoughts
Without water to wash, how many infections will thrive happily.
Several refreshing gulps a day.
Cherry tomatoes, blueberry and strawberry blend with water of course.
When I was much younger, I thought it was possible to please everyone.
Boy! Did I learn a lesson from the school of hard knocks!
Some didn’t like me for reasons best known to them.
Some weren’t sure how they felt about me; their thoughts swinging one way or the other like a pendulum.
Some tried to like me, but I kept falling short of their hi-falutin expectations.
Some out-rightly wanted harm to befall me and actually set about planning harm.
Now, this is the scenario in a whole lot of people’s lives and this transcends from personal to business life as well.
The sad truth is that in a given 100% of people around you, 5 % care about you. 15% Don’t give two hoots and are busy caring about themselves, the other 80% are holding their bated breath and wishing you would drop off planet Earth.
So, if you are preoccupied with the thoughts of what people would say to decide each step you have to take in your life, you need another thinking coming on.
If you are caught up in the act of people pleasing, you will probably run yourself ragged and into the ground trying to fit into every bodies expectations.
That my friend is tantamount to signing away your life.