Writing is actually a simple process. The idea of writers block is that you (the writer) is unable to come up with a new idea, with fresh content to put in front of your readers. Maybe you had an article go “viral” and have millions of impressions, and thousands of readers. Perhaps you’ve even been able to earn some money from your writing. You’ve been dreaming of that for years. You’ve gotten a taste, now what?
How do you replicate your success? Was it luck? Or was it a result of the hard work and dedication that you’ve been putting…
It’s time we got our mojo back!
Hey y’all I wanted to wish you all a happy Friday. With a newfound inspiration to honor my mentor (my dad) by compiling some of his works of poetry and short stories into book form, I’ve been feeling super productive this week. It’s a considerable undertaking, but so interesting to see things that he wrote more than 50 years ago, especially now that his Alzheimer’s is so advanced that we can’t really have a conversation about it.
Here’s a look at a few of the top posts that made it through to Clareifi…
There is a Mantra that I say every morning when I wake up:
Opportunity — Success — Money — Freedom
Without a point of reference this may be misconstrued as being both capitalistic and well, shallow. Please allow me to Clareifi.
As I reach for my citrine crystals (Citrine is associated with positivity and optimism. Often referred to as the merchant stone it has for centuries been associated with manifesting abundance and opportunity), I say;
Thank you — for the — Opportunities that I currently have or will make themselves known to me today!
I have the opportunity to be…
What do you believe happens to our soul when we die? Do you believe in the idea of human life possessing a soul to begin with?
My dad was a man of science. Now suffering from Alzheimer’s, he may or may not answer if you were to ask him if he believes in God.
I’ve previously written that he was “not absent of faith, yet solitary in his spirituality”. Basically stating that even though he didn’t actively practice a religion or attend church, he often talked about faith, and believing in something bigger than himself.
Early in his life his…
In his penthouse overlooking the city, Pervis Reid stared into the lights of the symphony hall, at a far away distance. He wondered if Dr. Selig would remember his condition and bring the medicine he had promised.
Pervis walked back inside, with his chin held between his fore finger and thumb. The crisp February air was chilling in no time flat, in just a lounging suit. He hugged his body with his other arm. Stella was lying on the couch, but she wasn’t relaxed. She had a pensive look on her face. It was P.R. …
A news report can still be called a story
Not all stories conversely are news, or newsworthy.
Ultimately, the creative writer vs. the journalist will not serve the same purpose to their reader. That is not to say that the reader cannot be the same person.
Much like the diversity of our country, what people read is based on what they like, what they want to know what their interests are, what seems like it might impact them the most.
What will inform? What will educate? Will you read something today that teaches you something new? …