Some of these blew my mind away: http://indulgd.com/realistically-colorized-historical-photos/
2013 coming to end kind of terrifies me. It’s right there, barely more than a month away, telling me “you’ll forget about me”.
Because in 2013, I’ve focused only on the projects at hand. The novels and ideas from 2012 sit in a folder, somewhere – on this computer? On my last laptop? In some cloud somewhere? Waiting for me to visit them again. And the times I have visited, twice maybe, I can’t believe I’ve left them, abandoned them, to the far reaches of my memory and disc space.
As much as I love the holidays (yes, I’m the person that enjoys the holiday music and the abundance of lights), I don’t want to forget about my inventions. I hope that 2013 will be a positive lesson, that the past may hold just as much promise as the future.
© 2013 J. M. Tompkins
Words inspired by,
in its slow movement
the way it crosses my face in the night
of my dog as he snuggles closer to me
as small as it may be, it inspires me.
© J. M. Tompkins 2013
Imagination at it’s best:
This morning I came across an article, 10 Choices You Will Regret in 10 Years, via Women With Drive Foundation. I thought about how each point is also pertinent in business so decided to share it here and oddly enough, today’s challenge is Regrets. I’m learning to take a step back and make sure that though I love advice and appreciate every bit of information authors have to share, my writing is still about my goals. And as different as each human is, so are our definitions of success. No one else can dictate that path, so as early as we can we get to decide to step onto the untraveled road and make it our own. I think we’re working toward a community of understanding where we appreciate that not everyone has to want the same thing, but respect and accept other paths. The first step to respecting each other, is to respect ourselves.
What is your path and your definition of success?
These NYC Etiquette Guides are awesome! And the artist follows up with an illustration of how his fans helped him to get published. It makes me happy to hear Nathan W. Pyle’s story.
Dare I wish?
These old forsaken hands
Can they clasp
To questions asked
Or works demand?
Dare I try?
To ignore the path of old
Be the scribe
To muted memory
And stories yet untold?
Dare I reach?
For brief moments of acclaim
Own these words
As more than musing
But a way to show my name?
Dare I dream?
Time may seem long but it will come to end,
so show what you’ve got while there’s time to spend;
Don’t just think, don’t just dream, don’t just say-
Turn them into reality and find a way.
lt is not too early, it is not too late;
Make a way as long as there’s to create;
You’ll never know unless you try,