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In #MysteryLiterature, atmospheric elements like rain often enhance the story’s depth, creating a chilling experience beyond the central puzzle. Dive into, at bit.ly/BlogMysteryElements, how elements such as rain enhance the atmosphere of your favorite whodunits! 🌧️🔍📚 #BookLovers #RainyReads #LiteratureLovers #CrimeFiction #AmReading #GalaxyPress

In #MysteryLiterature, atmospheric elements like rain often enhance the story’s depth, creating a chilling experience beyond the central puzzle. Dive into, at bit.ly/BlogMysteryElements, how elements such as rain enhance the atmosphere of your favorite whodunits! 🌧️🔍📚 #BookLovers #RainyReads #LiteratureLovers #CrimeFiction #AmReading #GalaxyPress

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Navigating the Fustercluck #167 Work Hard on Creative Loafing I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. - Walt Whitman Whitman is arguably America’s finest poet. As ambitious as he was, he understood that sometimes the best way to find inspiration is to let it find you. Lay down and relax. Let ideas dance in your mind. Breathe. Breathe in new ideas and muses and breathe out old ones that no longer serve you. Drink tea. Watch a fire. Take a bath. Take a walk somewhere you’ve never walked before. Let your mind and soul breathe. And eventually, new ideas will flow. Because sometimes the best way to create something is to do nothing.

Navigating the Fustercluck #167 Work Hard on Creative Loafing I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. - Walt Whitman Whitman is arguably America’s finest poet. As ambitious as he was, he understood that sometimes the best way to find inspiration is to let it find you. Lay down and relax. Let ideas dance in your mind. Breathe. Breathe in new ideas and muses and breathe out old ones that no longer serve you. Drink tea. Watch a fire. Take a bath. Take a walk somewhere you’ve never walked before. Let your mind and soul breathe. And eventually, new ideas will flow. Because sometimes the best way to create something is to do nothing.

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Navigating the Fustercluck #167 Work Hard on Creative Loafing I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. - Walt Whitman Whitman is arguably America’s finest poet. As ambitious as he was, he understood that sometimes the best way to find inspiration is to let it find you. Lay down and relax. Let ideas dance in your mind. Breathe. Breathe in new ideas and muses and breathe out old ones that no longer serve you. Drink tea. Watch a fire. Take a bath. Take a walk somewhere you’ve never walked before. Let your mind and soul breathe. And eventually, new ideas will flow. Because sometimes the best way to create something is to do nothing.

Navigating the Fustercluck #167 Work Hard on Creative Loafing I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. - Walt Whitman Whitman is arguably America’s finest poet. As ambitious as he was, he understood that sometimes the best way to find inspiration is to let it find you. Lay down and relax. Let ideas dance in your mind. Breathe. Breathe in new ideas and muses and breathe out old ones that no longer serve you. Drink tea. Watch a fire. Take a bath. Take a walk somewhere you’ve never walked before. Let your mind and soul breathe. And eventually, new ideas will flow. Because sometimes the best way to create something is to do nothing.

I’ve got this little trick I do when I am writing and I get stumped. When the words fail me and my thoughts get fractured: I take a walk. I force myself to drop everything and push down the panic rising in my chest stemming from the fear that I won’t find the answer or the way. I reason that if I can step away for a moment and allow my head the time that it needs to process, that the answer will swim towards the surface of my mind to where I can grasp it in my fingers. Something tangible. Something workable. Something with a sheen and a body and a weight. I call the dog and, together, he and I walk to the end of the driveway and back. To the end of the driveway and back. To the end of the driveway and back. I listen to the jingle of his tags and the clip of his nails on the asphalt. Eventually, the answer presents itself and I become desperate to get a pen back in my hand. I am driven to get the keyboard back beneath my fingertips. I run inside and allow the answer to flow out and out and out. To clarify. To emerge. Then, once it’s there, I can sit back and re-read and analyze and edit and correct. Finally, there it is before me: the message I have been searching for. Once it’s down on paper it serves as a map to the next piece. A road to the next road. A white arrow on black pavement pointing the way. I once read a Huffington Post piece centered around the concept of The Pollen Path. The Pollen Path refers to a Navajo myth describing the journey to the source of life and the center of existence. The life-seeker and journey-taker know when they are on the correct road because everything around them is covered in a fine gold powder. I understand this image. I see the light and the joy in it. I can tilt my head up and feel the sun filtering dustily through the trees. The concept of the pollen path is tremendous. It overwhelms me because I have to discard the desire to buy into the possibility that once you are on the path it is easy. In fact, I think that is not the case at all. No path is easy. Even one that you want to take. But what of those of us that are too overwhelmed to walk forward? I think the answer for those of us is inward. It is in our guts and in our hearts. It is easy to walk when you know the way. What is difficult is walking down a path that you had thought was the Pollen Path but was instead mislabeled. What then? I think the answer there is in reassessing the direction from which you have come. You have to bundle up those things and take them with you. No experience or love or job or commitment is without merit. There are lessons there. Things to tuck away as you push forward towards the way that you know is right. And no one can tell you your way because they are busy finding theirs. They can’t tell you where to go or what is right-you have to decide that for yourself. Just take a walk and keep your eyes and heart open. You will get where you allow yourself to go.  

My thoughts during a whole week written in this single post.