The Author
On a Personal Note
The Flowering of IdeasWriting is the cultivation of thought upon an otherwise barren landscape, and there is none quite so barren as the blank page of our lives at work. On the pitifully bleak plot of paper, the task of the writer is to plant words and till them thoroughly until they thrive. While the greening of the writer’s fields is awesome to behold, it comes at great cost. Only when the dues are paid and the discipline applied does the fruit release its flavor.
Time spent in those fields of meaning teaches me this: The whole of my life as been a prelude to a calling that is now so clear to me. All the rich experiences of my past come to bear upon my work in the present. All of my skills and talents converge here, for speaking to an audience on paper is my passion and my privilege. However hard the work and however humble the writing, never a day passes that I do not look upon the words with deepest affection.
For me, writing is work on the plantation, in the open air of the fresh morning mind. It represents a way of life that pleases me. In fact, I prefer this status to the privileged roles of my past. Writing is work performed under the heavens, beneath the blue canopy of sky, amidst fields of information and imagination that have become my comfort zone.
Presenting the bounty to my audience is the ultimate pleasure. After breaking ground with a new idea, digging through the research, watering, weeding and pleading for another day of good writing weather, the first buds appear. Then comes the fruit that sweetens more with each passing day.
A finished piece represents a full season of work and a flowering of ideas. It is all about patient cultivation and a little luck in finding a publisher with a taste for what I produce. Finding the right reading audience is a much easier feat for one simple reason: the masses of hard-working men and women are especially starved at a soul-deep level. Involved in a high-stakes struggle to succeed amidst chaos and confusion, they hunger. For these readers, soul food is always a welcome commodity.
My hope in earnest is that my readers will savor the well-written word wherever it is
found. These are the words that nurture us, strengthen us and become part of us. Mindful of this, let us read selectively, for good words beckon us to good deeds.
Good words beckon us to deeds. In this way, the world is made better. Write, read and work for the betterment of all mankind.
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For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him! -- Dostoevsky
