Just finished reading SUM Forty Tales From The Afterlives by David Eagleman. It has forty short, humorous, and witty stories from the “afterlives” (for there are more varieties of after-lifes than any particular religion might have taught.)
This excerpt is from the story “Oz”, in which only the courageous in the afterlife can see God face-to-face:
“A great journey awaits. Along the way you face fears and conquer them, identify streams of self-doubt and ford them, discern the peaks of your arrogance and descend them, spot the clouds of self-pity that hang over you and hike out from under them. By the time the road ends, you emerge with renewed confidence – ready, you believe, to meet your maker, to face the face, to perceive a glimpse of the mastermind who crafted the masterpiece.”
To me, the first two sentences seem to be great advice for our present life. You will “emerge with renewed confidence,” ready to succeed at whatever you set out to do, regardless of whether or not you think there is an afterlife.
So be brave and walk your journey, for greatness awaits you!
Having no clue where this originally came from, but good things to apply to life:
I wish I was
a one-eyed man,
for then I would be
© 2018 David W. Jones
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Tonight’s Sisters in Crime meeting had a ‘writers block’ exercise: take 3 different images and write a story based on them in 10 minutes.
My three photos were all from a small town in Greenland:
- A picture of a hotdog stand owned by a man from Denmark
- A group of girls dancing traditional Greenland dances
- A view of the town’s small fishing port
My results have kind of a Grendel vibe to it, and a noir aspect courtesy of reading some French noir fiction recently:
Tired of his bridge, the Danish troll opened a hot dog stand. Right near the port where tourists came to eat hot dogs and watch traditional dances.
His mother, who still lived in the water of the port, stole crabs and fish from the fishermen, and children from the tourists.
One day, he ran out of hot dogs.
He called to his mother in ancient Trollish: “I need one of your children.”
“No, I’ve eaten the last one. Get your own!”
No threat to any of this year’s Pulitzer Prize winners, but fun. And having fun writing certainly makes dealing with writers block easier!