Robin Hawke


New Year’s Wish

I want wonderful things to happen in 2012, but I’m concerned. Another earthquake, tales of corruption, friends battling cancer—these events threaten the 365 days to come with the true displeasures of life. Conversely, last year I discovered pleasure in writing daily stories on, of all things, this blog.

I’ve scrubbed paint on a canvas; I’ve managed dancers on a stage; I’ve moved furniture and tilled earth. These things taught me to push words around, to lift them, to bury them, to exchange them, to sound them out loud. I’ve drowned my fears for the future with steady, consistent storytelling. If one story fails, surely the next will succeed. Or the next.

But blogging, as I’ve recently discovered, is not limited to a writer’s output, however clever or truthful. There’s more: the good company of other bloggers; the pleasures found sharing reactions, comments and likes; the discovery of kindred blogs; the community of writers.

While this year will be spent traveling with words in much the way I spent last year, and while there will be periods when blogging will be confined to pushing the publish button, I hope to share new adventures in wonderful blogging:

Fulfilling, Creative, Insightful Words to All.



The 100th Post

For years, I’ve wanted to challenge myself to do something, anything, for 365 consecutive days–besides breathing, feeding and dreaming.

Imagine 365 six word stories. How will they distinguish themselves?

I’ve never identified myself as a blogger, but here I am, 100 posts here, almost 50 posts on DIY Romance, with a grand ambition: a six word story, a three sentence story, writing challenges–writing daily stories for a year, and, if I manage that, an ambitious five years of storytelling. Well, at least three, if the power stays on, there aren’t any earthquakes or hurricanes, and I keep my appendix.

Imagine the stories. Thousands of stories. Simply put stories. Stories I’ve written. Every darn day.

I’m familiar with the creative process. I understand pushing addled I’ll-refine-it-later and regurgitating it-worked-then ideas. These always precede another stage of creation—the one I wish would visit me every day—the stage where I crack my limitations to drop something of value.

Imagine 365 days of telling stories, all the fits and starts, the mental pounding I’ll take, the mirific, stopdrous, pleajorvous eurekas.

I’ve lived my life striving to be a better person. Every darn day. If stories renew our love for life, realign our priorities, or help us feel more compassion for others—then my daily posts will stand as celebrations of that quest.



New, I Hope Improved

I have a new lease on this blog. Friendly encouragement, glee crafting six word stories and understanding (of how to mesh my readers’ wants with blog and personal requirements) are providing excitement for the days ahead.

I’ve changed categories; I’ve moved posts, added new, deleted a few.  Most importantly, I’ve discovered the joys of self-imposed constraints. Budget constraints, spatial constraints, time constraints all play a part in the creative process, often for a project’s betterment.

The six word story provides and demands an imposing, but redeeming, constraint. I noticed that many six word stories might be divided into three sentences, so I’ve adapted the six word story into a three sentence story constraint for this blog. I’ll post my DIY Romance six word stories here, too, but weekly.

Excited, engaged, no longer thoughtless, bursting to tell–it’s good to blog. The first three sentence story went up today. Come back tomorrow for another.