MANIFESTING: THE LONG ARC OF COMING TO BE

Note:  Early version excerpt from upcoming book at the end.

Sitting in a shaded area  getting ready to work on Hollow Shelter and pondering the newest manifestation mystery.  Or pherhaps a better word is conundrum because mystery implies I don’t understand it when I do whereas conundrum – to me at least – conveys I don’t know what to do with it.

If anything I’m a bit apprehensive because of what it means.

It was revealed last night

As I was pulling the curtains closed I happened to glance out the window and while I’ve done that dozens of times in previous months the lighting was just right to illuminate something I hadn’t noticed before.  

I recognized the scene!

Not because I’d seen it before but because I remembered it – from a movie.

One I saw in childhood while living in Florida.

It isn’t that any movies were filmed here that made it so familiar.  It was that I remember seeing a similar image

A grouping of houses similar in design to what I viewed last night

while watching a movie and thinking – I was 13 at the time – “Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a place like that?”

I can answer my former self since I’m living in one just like it.

I’ve written previously how many of the more dramatic manifestions in my life are tied to a time when I said “Wouldn’t that be cool if -?”  What makes this one startling is that I said those words as a kid and it still came true!

I meant it too – I thought the neighborhood in the movie – the houses and the quiet street – would be so cool to live in.

What makes this one different from the up north Michigan thought from earlier childhood is that that was more generic wheras this is far more specific and tied to details of lifestyle.

I considered the type of families who lived in such a neighborhood and what day to day life would be like.

And Now?

Is it what I hoped for?

A Point in Time

As someone who has moved around the country and traveled the world I have a pretty good idea what I like and don’t like in a neighborhood and much of it is dependent on where I am at a given point in time.

What’s going on in my life that will make or break a location.

I considered as I lay in bed whether or not my experience matches up to what I envisioned when I was watching the movie.  

Yes and No

I concluded it’s a lot like being on the outside and looking in.

Like I felt when watching the movie.

That’s because what I wanted out of a neighborhood when I was 13 and living surrounded by retirees

Almost no kids.

is a lot different than what I would want now.

Even as it’s the same.

Clear as mud right?

If you think about it needs and wants can be the same in a general sense across multiple generations.  Things like safety, walkability, close to services are on the lists of multiple generations looking for their ideal place to call home.  While I appreciate the basic characteristics that fit the childhood wish I no longer need some of them.

Why feel apprehensive?

It makes me wonder what else I said in childhood that may end up manifesting.

I can’t imagine wanting it now though the previous two weren’t bad.

The concern – that I may end up with something I no longer want – brought to mind a conversation I had with The Dude about six years ago wherein I expressed my frustration that by the time I get certain things I may not need or want them any longer.

This conversation led to the solving of the equation something I will be covering on the other site when I repost pages to do with the enigmatic being.

While I’m not going to worry – too much – about what else I might have wished for that may find itself in my future I will consider ways to master the key to it all

Releasing attachment to the outcome.

Which, since we are out of the way energetically speaking, enables the universe to provide what is best in the best way with the best timing.

Yes, I thought it would be cool to live in such a neighborhood, just as I thought while watching Desperately Seeking Susan in high school it would be cool to live in a loft but in neither case – though I got both – did I really care enough about getting it to set out with it as an objective.

I know detachment is key to manifesting and I know for myself every time I’ve said “Wouldn’t it be cool if -?” I had that detachment.  That doesn’t mean I can fool myself or the universe by saying those magic words.  It’s the detachment that’s key and for me that can’t be faked.

I know this much.  The process and steps involved with manifesting or bringing a goal to life are fascianating.

Right up my I love learning alley!

Book excerpt

This is from an early version of Hollow Shelter

I have about 30 pages now

Rock guitarist Clint Malek came to an abrupt halt.  He hadn’t expected anyone to be at the park.  Most everyone who would have been tempted to sit on the bench bearing the name of the donors who made it possible was at the regional playoffs rooting for the home team.  He was about to turn back the way he’d come when he caught the expression the woman was wearing, ID’d the emotion driving it.  

Despair.  

It’d been years since he’d seen painful confusion looking back in the mirror but not so many he didn’t recall wishing for someone to talk with at such dark moments.  The least he could do was offer.

Hollow Shelter will be available in the coming months.

Stay tuned

WRITING CYCLES IN CIRCLES

For a day that started out with such creative promise boy did it fizzle.

It all started last night. 

Shortly after getting into bed I decided if I didn’t make a note of the blog idea I thought up while brushing my teeth I would probably forget it.  

I gave brief consideration as to whether to put it in a laptop file or write it on a sticky note.  The sticky notes won.

When I saw the two notes this morning after waking from the best sleep I’ve had in two weeks I smiled and thanked myself for following through.  I then set the sticky notes where I could see them, the idea being I’d write that post soon.

That was over six hours ago.

Best Intentions

Confident it would be a productive day I sipped espresso and fired up Free Cell, the idea being to mentally run through a few scenes for Hollow Shelter.

The Port Gallatan work I’ll be publishing weeks from now.

That activity – sans blog post – turned into hours of playing Free Cell.  

A waste, right?

Not 

 I mentally wrote several chapters for the new book while playing that mindless repetitive game and that’s in addition to the 21 pages I wrote in MS Word the day before yesterday and 8 yesterday.

8 that were in addition to going back through the original 21 and filling in plot details.

I knew the time spent writing scenes in my mind was time well spent.

Pure gold.

It was also long overdue.

I’ve been immersed in nonfiction for the past 9 months.

The fact I knocked out 21 pages in three hours on the first day I set to work told me more than anything I’m back in the groove for fiction.

Thank God.  It’s more fun and less stressful.

I wasn’t concerned that after several hours I still wasn’t putting fingers to keyboard.  After all, I’ve written a 200 page novel in 3 weeks and 3 full-length novels in 3 months.

When the creative juju flows it flows.

However…

When lunch came and went and I still couldn’t get my fingers to keyboard I started to think maybe I needed to motivate myself.

  • Look at the white board
  • Look at the sticky notes
  • Look at the manuscript in progress

Nothing worked.

I debated just not worrying about it.

I’ve gone pedal to the keyboard metal enough to know I can kick it out.  I’d make my deadline no problem.

There was just one little problem.

Brightly Colored Prodding

About a year ago I purchased a pack of brightly colored sticky notes.

Bet you can see where this is going…

The ones I wrote the blog post notes on are a rather bright orange.

Neon

Even as my eyes defocused while clicking digital cards and my mind wrote scenes between characters the neon orange whispered I’m still waiting…

I picked them up – read my notes – decided the post could wait.

Er that post.

Frustrated I wasn’t doing a better job taking advantage of a good night’s sleep and a productive Free Cell Chapter writing session I decided to write something.

Anything.

So I could feel I’d accomplished something.

Anything.

Those mental scenes are a double-edged sword.  

Yes I got work done but until they are in the manuscript?  They’re in my head.

I couldn’t get myself to do anything.

Not even something.

The Big Guns

I decided to listen to music but it felt kind of – no pun intended – hollow.  

I usually use it as a reward after a full days’ writing.

I’ll admit, I was hoping maybe the music would get the motivation progressing from thinking to typing.  Thankfully, it worked.

The how is a bit ironic.  

I’ve mentioned deciding what to write next after a project is finished can be a bit of work and that I have other manuscripts partially done that I could have chosen as low hanging fruit to follow Under Siege

  • Colony
  • Metatron’s Army
  • Dragon Core
  • Port Gallatan

Each of them has at least one book at least 1/3 finished.

Many are 1/2 done.

Why?  My mind needs a pressure release valve when I’m deep in a project so I’ll take hours and type until the creative stress is relieved after which I save whatever I wrote and go back to the main project.

Sometimes those files end up getting deleted.  Other times, as in the case of Hollow Shelter, they move around the country for 28 years before getting published.

I selected a play list with Black Lab’s Learn To Crawl before eventually switching to a different list so I could listen to Duran Duran’s Do You Believe In Shame?

Tequila Sunrise is one of my all-time favorite movies!

The moment I heard the opening notes I knew I had the first song for the as yet uncreated Hollow Shelter playlist.

Next thing I know I’m fingers to keyboard.

And so it goes.

Hollow Shelter will be available late summer/early autumn 2022

Stay tuned