Write Fearlessly!

Book 1 Writing In Overdrive - smallA few years into my career as a fulltime freelance writer, I got a phone call from an editor. I had written several books for her in the past, and she liked my work.

“Jim,” she said, “are you sitting down? I have a celebrity autobiography I want you to co-write, and you just won’t believe who you’ll be working with.”

She said the name of a celebrity. She clearly expected me to be thrilled.

I had no idea who this person was.

Nevertheless, I managed to sound properly impressed. After all, it had been a long time since my last paycheck, and I needed the job.

As she explained the project to me, I felt a tingle of dread. I had never written a book like this before. I didn’t know if I could pull it off. But I had to pull it off. I had a family to feed and a mortgage to pay. I took the job.

By the time I flew out to meet with the celebrity, I knew his story inside and out, and I was able to ask hundreds of intelligent interview questions. The guy was very impressed with my knowledge. He never suspected that, just a few weeks earlier, I had never heard of him. It was an enjoyable book to write, and having that book on my résumé helped me line up many more celebrity gigs.

The moral of the story: Take risks. Accept new challenges, even if you aren’t sure you can pull them off. Step into the unknown and write fearlessly. You’ll be glad you did.

As writers, we have many fears, insecurities, and self-doubts. But writers can’t afford to be ruled by fear. We have to be fearless. As Anne Rice said, “If you’re writing, you need courage, you need faith in yourself that’s as strong as any talent you may possess.”

First, we need to overcome self-doubt, the fear that we don’t really have what it takes to be a writer. John Gardner said, “Nothing is harder for the developing writer than overcoming his anxiety that he is fooling himself.” Self-doubt is a universal writer’s affliction. All great writers have doubted themselves. They became great by persistently continuing to write in spite of their doubts.

John Steinbeck battled intense self-doubt while writing The Grapes of Wrath. “My many weaknesses are beginning to show their heads,” he wrote in his journal. “‘I’m not a writer. I’ve been fooling myself.'” Despite Steinbeck’s doubts, the novel he agonized over went on to win the Pulitzer Prize and helped him secure the Nobel Prize for literature. So focus on your dreams and goals, not your doubts. Keep writing.

Second, we need to overcome the fear of exposing our souls to the world. Anne Sexton won the Pulitzer for her deeply personal poems about her struggles with relationships and depression. Yet her fears nearly kept her from becoming a poet. As a student, she was so afraid of exposing her poems to criticism that she couldn’t bring herself to register for a poetry workshop taught by a renowned poet. So she had a friend register for her. The poet at the workshop liked her work and opened doors for her in the publishing world. Within a few years, Anne Sexton became one of the most honored poets in the world. But first she had to conquer her fears.

Novelist Erica Jong once admitted, “I went for years not finishing anything. Because, of course, when you finish something you can be judged. . . . I was afraid to take risks.” Don’t listen to your fears. Take risks. Write bravely.

Third, we need to overcome the fear of getting started. Before Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez could sell 30 million copies of One Hundred Years of Solitude and win the Nobel Prize for literature, he had to work up the courage to write the first line. “All my life,” he said, “I’ve been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.”

I once taught a writer’s workshop and a young woman came to me afterward and said, “I just can’t get started. I know what I want to write about. But when I try to write the perfect opening line, nothing comes to me. Without a great first sentence, I can’t write the rest of the story.”

Let me share with you the advice I gave her. I told her that her fear of starting came from unhealthy perfectionism. Sure, the first sentence is important—but it doesn’t have to be the first thing you write. Why not save your first sentence for last? Write the first draft all the way through—and by the time you’re done, a brilliant opening line may occur to you. Just get the words down any way you can. As Nora Roberts has said, “I can fix a bad page. I can’t fix a blank page.”

Book 1 Writing In Overdrive - smallIf you are a perfectionist, it’s time to give yourself permission to write badly. Loosen up! Don’t put so much pressure on yourself to get it perfect. Have fun with your writing. Play with words. Write quickly—a fast, messy, joyful, exuberant first draft. Sure, it will be filled with typos and some bad sentences—but it will also have energy and compelling honesty. (For more information on how to write brilliantly by writing faster, see my new ebook Writing in Overdrive.) Give yourself permission to write badly, and soon you’ll be writing quickly and brilliantly.

Fourth, we need to overcome the fear of rejection and failure. We fear putting our work in front of editors and readers. We are terrified that they will condemn our work—and us with it.

In 1983, Margaret Atwood rented a fisherman’s cottage on the English seacoast. She went there to write her sixth novel, a complex dystopian tale. She soon discovered that the sheer scope of the project intimidated her. She spent the first six months at that seaside cottage bird-watching, reading bad novels, and suffering from the cold damp weather. Throughout that time, she didn’t write a single sentence.

Finally, frustrated with herself for procrastinating so long, she took action. She began to write. She started by writing fragments of the story. She sketched in characters, wrote a few patches of dialogue. At first, nothing hung together—but at least she was doing something. After a few more months, she finally achieved her goal. She had written the first draft of what would eventually be her most acclaimed and successful novel, The Handmaid’s Tale.

The only way to beat the fear of rejection and failure is to bulldoze your way through it by sheer force of will. You must write. And what do you do when you receive a rejection slip? You write some more!

“It does help,” Neil Gaiman observed, “to have the sort of crazed ego that doesn’t allow for failure. The best reaction to a rejection slip is a sort of wild-eyed madness, an evil grin, and sitting yourself in front of the keyboard muttering ‘Okay, you #&@$%s. Try rejecting this!’ and then writing something so unbelievably brilliant that all other writers will disembowel themselves with their pens upon reading it, because there’s nothing left to write.”

We writers must learn to face our fears and embrace our fears. We must dare to do the thing we fear. We must acknowledge the fear—but take risks anyway. Every time you do something challenging and scary, and you succeed, you ratchet your confidence up another notch. “Do the thing you fear,” said Ralph Waldo Emerson, “and the death of fear is certain.”

So ignore your self-doubt. Discard your perfectionism. Write brilliantly, submit your work, and dare any editor to reject it. Live courageously, and write fearlessly.

 

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Jim Denney is a writer with more than 100 published books to his credit, including the Timebenders science-fantasy series. He has just released an inspiring new Kindle ebook for writers, Writing in Overdrive: Write Faster, Write Freely, Write Brilliantly. He has written books with supermodel Kim Alexis, Star Trek actress Grace Lee Whitney, and two Super Bowl champions, quarterback Bob Griese and “The Minister of Defense,” Reggie White. He has co-written many books with Pat Williams (co-founder of the Orlando Magic), including Leadership Excellence and The Difference You Make. Jim is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. Follow Jim on Twitter at @WriterJimDenney, and follow his blog at http://unearthlyfiction.wordpress.com/.

 

Dark Ravens Rise

ravensDark ravens rise in mocking flight as snarls do hiss and serpents coil.  There is no babe in comfort held.  All lies are truth and truth are lies.  The cries of old in silence held.  A mother’s arms no longer are.  A babe in life now twists in death – the hope all gone… no breath to see… cold stillness of pain surpassed … tomorrows to never be.

The naked womb in haunted shame, echoes cries of tortured screams.  How often did the baby plead for a mother’s arms to stop the deed and simply give a chance to be?

Did she know?… did she care?… was there a moment she thought to dare and give a chance for this little life to be?

Or… did the lies rise up to snare still another doubting soul in guise of right and righteousness that is not so and few do see?

A right that makes it good to take a little life in glee breeds serpents tongues and crickets shame to sing upon the world of he and all that be.

A tiny soul in limbo rests while memories haunt and deeds devour the inhumane of selfish ways whose dark voices cry in thought of only “me” and “my” and “I”.

There is no rest for tortured ones as they desperately do wander in search… always in search… of what they can not find… nor ever shall, you see.  For it was a tiny soul clinging to a cold womb who held the light and sparked the fire of what we call humanity.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

In One We Are No More

Disco BallThe picture painted to distort and deceive, it’s nothing such as it ever seems.

The words of old twisted and rushed, say so much and mean so little.

The world of hope a ploy conceived and given as a gem none shall ever see.

No time to beckon.  No time to cry.  It’s over now.  No dreams remain.  What was is not and what was not is.  The confusion and delusions invade and become, as tomorrow is forgotten and the future becomes void in a clone of only one.

None beyond one.

Only one.

Just one to be and behold.

A spirit rages.  It speaks and demands.

Alas, the plan of one is dimming in the light.

We are no more as once we were, but neither are we one as they wished us to be.  For there is a gem to see and a gem to be as we become the nightmare of the collective ones, who now have learned — our souls are our own and never for sale, nor a gift given unto them ever this day, nor even beyond.

Yes, our souls are our own, as they, in conclusion and confusion, walk sadly away from us as one and only one, for in their world of singleness there are none beyond one.

 

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

Dark Cloaks & Puddles

cloakAnger cloaks me in a dark passion of corrupt thoughts and evil visions untold.  No day is absent of dissent and the twisted fate of melting dreams and hope scorched in vile slime of failure.

The sun no longer shines in the brilliance that whispers “One of these days…”

Instead, it is another day… just another day like all others.  A day of anxiety.  A day of desperation.  A day of searching… begging… pleading.  Simply a day.  Yes, a day simply of shadows and demons and old memories that haunt and beckon my defeat and utter destruction.

Clouds roll in to meet my mood.  Thunder rumbles.  Lightning flickers.  Rain gently begins to sprinkle the thirsting, cracked and parched ground.  Its rhythm is soothing as a lullaby to a wee one, with whispers of hope and loving comfort.  Birds sing along in delight and bathe happily in little puddles made just for they on this simple day that rests within the harsh ones that have come before and the ones that will come after.  But for today… just this day… there are puddles to play in, and a freshness in the air that invites and embraces, as the dark clouds roll on their way with the thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance of someone else’s day.

puddleSo little… so little it takes to delight God’s tiny creatures and bring songs of joy to their simple day.  A simple day with lessons that beckon and give me pause to remove the cloak of anger at least for today… this simple day…  this day of puddles and lullabies and crisp, fresh smells of a new beginning given simply because it was.

 

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

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Life is rough out there, and I know many are struggling to get by, so I
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When the Information was Wrong: The Inaccurate Public Conviction of George Zimmerman

George Zimmerman's Great-Grandfather

George Zimmerman’s Great-Grandfather

On February 26, 2012, in Sanford, Florida, life ended for one young man and life forever changed for many more. There is no turning back. There are no second chances. A young man is dead and another young man faces the results of decisions they both made that day.

While we can’t take back how things played out with the Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman encounter or anything that led up to those final moments of life-death changing events, we do have a responsibility of calling the media, our president, Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Black Panthers and a few others to account for their irresponsible responses, reporting and race baiting behavior thereafter.

Turns out that, Zimmerman, the “white Hispanic”, is not only nearly as Black in heritage as our president, if not completely so — he was raised under the influence of a half-black grandmother, rather than, a white grandma as Obama was.

Well, who would have thought such to be a possibility while listening to the original reports of it all?

It appears the president and Al & buddies didn’t.

Amazing how some major players of race-baiting have all run from the story, or so it seems.

The media being so irresponsible as to unjustly inflame, is beyond belief.

It used to be that the media sought out the truth and facts, but in the Martin-Zimmerman case, didn’t we see video that supposedly suggested that Zimmerman was not injured, when in fact he was?

Haven’t we often heard that Zimmerman “disobeyed” the dispatcher, when, in fact, the tape has the dispatcher saying something to the effect, “We don’t need you to do that.” and Zimmerman calmly responding, “Okay.” Yes, haven’t we heard that conversation followed by lack of heavy breathing… meaning that Zimmerman was neither running after ,nor walking swiftly, after anyone.? Yet, that bit of misinformation suggesting that Zimmerman disobeyed the dispatcher continues to follow the story. Why?

I can only suppose the “why’s”!

Without there being racism and racial profiling, this may have merely been a tragic story that was nothing more than a misunderstanding between two people. A story that might have been reported briefly and stuffed into the history files of all the other sad things that have happened to people more often than we would like to think. That’s what it could have been. But none of those possibilities mattered as Al Sharpton, the president and all those others jumped in and made a bad situation even worse.

Let’s not forget NBC’s edited version of the 911 tape that makes it appear that Zimmerman is saying that he is suspicious of Martin, because the teenager is black. The tape was edited. That ISN’T how the conversation went. Yet, people are still relying upon that bogus version and holding George Zimmerman guilty because of it.

How does NBC plan on remedying the wrongful results that rest with their wrongful actions?

Once a lie or bad information is out there, it is out there. Some will consider the original information to be gospel and refuse to consider any thought word or deed that counters the holy words of the first to speak and report. Of course, how hard do those reporters, agencies or officials try to correct their original misinformation and even outright lies? Do they repeat their misdeeds and misreporting every few minutes such as they repeat the sensationalized story headlines they create?

Read the full article at the American Clarion where it was originally published:
When the Information was Wrong: The Inaccurate Public Conviction of George Zimmerman

 

Life and Hope 2013 Gala Film

On Friday, April 5, 2013, the Terri Schiavo Life & Hope Network held its first Award Gala with keynote speaker Governor Sarah Palin. If you were there, thank you! If you were unable to attend, we hope you can join us next year for what will sure to be another special evening.

But for all of our supporters, whether you were there or not, we would like to share with you a short VIDEO of the highlights of the Award Gala with Gov. Palin, Gary Sinise, Glenn Beck and much more!

CLICK HERE to watch AWARD GALA VIDEO!

We hope to see you at the Second Annual Terri Schiavo Life & Hope Network Award Gala on Thursday, March 27, 2014. Details of this event are forthcoming.

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Perhaps a monthly donation of $5 or $10 a month? This would significantly help our efforts so we can help protect our medically vulnerable. Whatever the amount, we would sincerely appreciate it.

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Wrestling the Bull: Nothing to See Here & Nothing to Worry About

Wrestling the bullOh bull, Big Brothers & Sisters, Aunts & Uncles & even watching Cousins, too!  Nothing to see and nothing to worry about?  Yeah right.  I’m sure you would never fib to us, the American citizens.  Naw!… you’d never do that.  You’d also never target the Tea Party, Conservatives, Christian and Jewish organizations either.  Ooops, I guess the sheep is out of the bag on that one with the IRS.  Gives us a great deal of reason to trust you — NOT!

I can just hear it.

Yes, we lied to you the other 50,000 times, but we aren’t lying to you now.  This time, we are telling the truth.  And that is supposed to give confidence — why?

I think the politicians and other government people have been drinking some funny water.  Their rationalizing ability seems a bit dizzy and doesn’t stand up too well in the real world of common sense.

Nothing to see here and nothing to worry about?  Some would beg to differ!  Obviously, no matter how many times the propaganda spins, it’s becoming quite plain that there’s plenty that needs to be seen and a great deal to worry about!

The Golden One Now Tarnished

It doesn’t matter what happens from here on out — the Golden One is now tarnished.  The glitter and shine has diminished and only some still claim it exists.  It doesn’t even matter how large that sum is — it’s nothing such as it was.  The once blind followers are falling away like leaves in a fall blizzard and few, if any, are lined up to take their place.  It’s simply over in spite of the promises.

Yes, once upon a time, there was a promise of all that is wondrous.  Life would be good for all.  All the wrongs would be righted.  All that was lacking would be provided.  It would simply be a wondrous world such as none had ever seen before.  And then it was done.  The fairy tale was over.

illusionThe truthful had tried to warn, but their words were turned into weapons against them, as the blind believers mocked and cursed with such righteousness and disdain.  But then it happened.

For all the promises and all the words — it wasn’t a wondrous world after all.

Life wasn’t good for all.

All the wrongs weren’t righted.  Instead, more wrongs were made.

All that was lacking wasn’t provided.  Instead, there was more lacking created and more fear of what tomorrow would bring.

It wasn’t even a world such as none had ever seen before.  It was simply a world most listeners of the promise had never seen or experienced or believed could ever be for them.  Now it was.

Reality suddenly became reality.

The wondrous golden shine of all the promises and all the words suddenly was no longer there.  The once Golden One, who blinded people with charm and the brilliant shine of all those promise made — could not weather the blistering truth that refused to be drowned.  The blistering truth that swirled and whipped and slashed against the illusions, leaving nothing more than a tarnished existence no longer inviting, but instead to be feared.

Oh yes, he had been the Golden One prepared to shower all with his wondrous promises of golden and bright days to come.  Then reality shone on him and his and he could no longer hide the truth, as the illusion burst and the dark void of his heart embraced the population in shocking revelation.  Yes, the truth was realized.  Adolph Hitler then stood naked for all to see, though not before hope died and change brought agonizing terror.  Not before the death camps reeked of rotting flesh and dying souls.  No, not before his reign brought disaster and hideous cruelty to the people who had once idolized the Golden One with his wondrous promises and spell-binding, but empty words.

The Golden One is now forever tarnished.

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