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The no good moment, but it doesn’t matter

I think a couple of pieces of mine that were rejected today weren’t that strong anyway. A rejection confirms my sneaking suspicion, as I was about to submit the pieces, that it wasn’t that good.

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Screenplay or book or both?

The screenplay over the novel. Well, that’s how I feel about it, after beginning to read a screenplay for the first time. Just wonderful reading. I don’t have to wade through description after description. This doesn’t say much for my relationship with the novel, unless the novel or book really grabbed me, read: The City of Joy, The Imitation of Christ, are two books I can think of that got me very engaged. But as for ever writing a novel, probably not. Writing a screenplay is more likely. How does one come to this point? For me, it was simply comparing my general reading experience, of the novel and the script. The script won out.

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Understanding in the affirmative

Ten years ago I was debating with myself if the generally open view to movies was the right one and loosely took on board a consciously moral view.

I wanted to be sure I was thinking the right thing, though, so did some sly-handed research, and discovered something, that I’ve taken on board now.

In learning this, it’s liberating. In applying it, a pleasure. In the sense that I was discovering, well worth the effort. I am free!

I am free in terms of taking on board a new philosophy or mental approach, but my experience of movies can be another thing.

The philosophy is good itself, and worthwhile–but I’ll leave it with those who actually will use it. However, understanding it in the affirmative is empowering.


Jesus: known or obscure?

In a brilliant film, Van Gogh, in At Eternity’s Gate (2018), says Jesus became known thirty years after his death. Before then Jesus was obscure, he says. I have a problem with this.

The gospels says about Jesus is that he was well-known to the people during his lifetime, and known soon after his lifetime, as Jesus’ message and Spirit spread immediately after his death and resurrection.

One of things that get overlooked at times, is that the gospel narratives and the story of the early church in Acts are reliable.

It may sound like one of those disagreements Van Gogh and Gaugin had in this movie–but this is me, a viewer, disagreeing with what Van Gogh says. Sounds strange, but it’s the point of view here I’m pointing to that’s a problem, not the movie itself.

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Image and words

I guess there can be many words that describe what one is thinking or that describe the image in one’s mind. But the word I used today was just right to describe the image in my mind.

The word I used was “astounding” which means ‘surprisingly impressive or notable’. The meaning fitted the image in my mind, so I used the word.

However, I didn’t have to use astounding in my writing. Could have extended the sentence out so readers can get what I mean with more words. Like saying, “This is surprising. I never expected it to be as impressive as it turned out. Just astounding.”

Hey, I may use that instead.

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Never quite over

I have a love hate relationship with the line “It’s not over yet” in the original Star Wars film. It’s not the most noted of Star Wars dialogue, and I find it kind of sickly warm and reassuring. But I remember it because it’s true. Whenever I realize I’ve done something in writing better, I think of that line, “It’s not over yet”. Because how I do writing is never quite over, which occurred to me again this week. I thought I had done something right for a few years, but then something else occurred to me to make it even better.

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Music of the language

If one can stumble on writing with the music of language as one’s friend, one has an ally in writing. For the music of language plays like a piece of music in a piece of writing. How one gets to play music through writing may be a mystery. For some it comes natural. If one can play music when one writes, one has a wonderful thing. When one knows one writes with the music of language, one can hone and work on it to one’s satisfaction, and play beautiful music when one writes.

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Proud of my writing

I shouldn’t be proud of my writing, for I can always do better. Some tell me to always improve my writing, and to that I’d agree. For the writing I’ve done could have done with a polish, but am I seeing right?

When in the constant critiquing of one’s work, one does not see the qualities already present.

But in a moment’s glee, I acknowledged the qualities of my work. I personally acknowledged a body of work done over time, and it set off a pleasant feeling through my brain.

A sense of pride in a body of writing enabled a moment’s relaxation, to think that I can stop striving to constantly do better, that whatever I have already done, is good enough.

To think good, accepting thoughts about one’s work and with that sense of pride one says to one’s self, hey, I did good.

It’s a liberating thought–a thought that plays out in one’s brain for longer than expected. When I accepted my work, I can say, I am free! And I don’t need an editor to accept it for it to be valid.


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Nothing wasted

A while ago I wrote about how one submits their articles, etc. One way is to submit everything you’ve got. One non-writer said to me “go crazy”. The other way is to submit your best.

I had been methodically submitting to a particular publisher, but a rejection I got from them over the weekend made me focus on my approach with them. Reconsidering my approach is what I should do in this case.

The answer was obvious. I came down on the side of only submitting my best after this rejection. The pieces I’ve put aside may be good for a different publisher.

So, my bottom line for this publisher is to submit my best, while the others may find the light of day somewhere else as they may fit better there.

Nothing is wasted, therefore.

I was going to chuck the others out, but thought better of it.

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I found this helpful on Image Journal: “the risk of sharing work with us”.

What I say there may be an oxymoron, for why is the risk of sharing work with them helpful?

Let me bring in the context. They’re saying submitting work is a risk: when someone shares their work with an editor, it is a risk.

Sharing one’s work with an editor is exhilarating and nerve wracking. One doesn’t know the outcome, but is excited nevertheless. A risk in other words.

Yes, risk is the right word; the word risk illuminates what I do when I submit articles, stories, and devotions.

And Image Journal appreciate that in a writer as do many other journals.


A question about the godhead

I put on a song called “Endless” that was released in 1994 and is sung by Eric Champion. It’s about God’s endless love.

As I listened, I may not know a lot about God’s love, but I got to thinking about the godhead, that I believe God is three persons in one, and are bound together by love. But I have a question.

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On its way

It’s always a little thrill to send off a piece, be that an article, devotion, story, review, poem. You never know what’s around the corner, one may feel the negative, but be confident that the piece is good enough. And the submission system worked. I’ve worked on this piece for about a month or two, from time to time. The editing work was more strenuous than usual as I just couldn’t get something right. But then it seemed to work better in the end.


Would facing mortality change anything?

If one struggles with identity and individuality, one may take on a persona, a performance, an image of somebody. Then having shown the world an identity, one faces their mortality and starts to asks if what they believed is true. Would facing mortality make a difference to how one saw one’s self? How one believed in one’s self? Would an element of self-doubt or belief creep in, as one realizes that facing mortality can change everything one believed?