In America, you have to pay lots and lots of money to get an education. So much so these days, that if you aren’t born well off, it’s pretty prohibitive. The steadily rising costs of education could be seen as the natural end result of a capitalist society–a product in demand will rise in price. Or if you are the sort to see conspiracies, it could be something else.
Those in power naturally want to stay in power. And if knowledge is power, the best way to keep it from getting into the hands of others, is to prevent the average person from being able to get an education.
The rich stay rich, and their kids stay rich and pay for a nice education, and so on. The poor stay poor and their kids can’t afford an education, and so on.
After all, if everyone was well educated, who would the rich have to exploit?
The more you read, the more you write. And perhaps, anyone who reads enough will eventually be unable to resist trying their hand at creating some of the words they love so much.
Read read read, fill your head with new words, and stories, and ideas, and feelings.
Read what you want to write. Read what you know nothing about. Read something old. Read something new. Read something you don’t think you’ll be interested in.
Things don’t always look like what they are… this picture could be an undersea growth, an abstract splatter painting, the shadows of some grasses, or a bare tree and blue sky. It all depends on how you present it, the angle at which you perceive it…
I try to keep this in mind when writing. There are many ways to describe each event or object or emotion. And I try to keep in mind the over all goal of what I’m writing when deciding how to describe something.
It’s a tree, btw, rotated. 🙂
I saw a bunch of people I haven’t seen in years the other day, and it made me think about how you never know which time is going to be the last time you see someone. Say hi to your friends more often, you’ll thank your self in the future.
A certain feeling, or idea? A shade, or color? A memory, or a dream?
Grab every little thing that sparks your imagination, and use it. The bobbing head of a black bird, the way a leaf twists in the chill wind, the boiling shape of a cloud. The twirl of your gut while falling from a height, the similar twirl while falling in love, the flare of anger in your chest, the prickle of anxiety on your scalp. The mystery of an unopened box… the unease of a dark corner… the satisfaction of a smoothly interlocking puzzle…
Gather all these feelings and burn them in your mind’s furnace to fuel your fingers and write, write, write!
You have them, all the time. And some part of you might want to hold onto them, to save them for later when you’re ‘better’. Or you might think that one idea is the best idea you’ll ever have, and you might feel anxious to get it right. Well, you’ll have a hundred other ideas, and they’ll be even better. Your writing from several years ago isn’t as good as it is now, and so your ideas in a few years will be better.
Use up those ideas as you get them, it’s exercise for your brain to think up more!
Walking generates ideas. It turns gears that churn the mix in my brain and make new things pop up. However, I’ve found that walking the same geographical location, turns up the same thoughts. It’s as if my mind is walking down it’s own internal path, and passing the same ideas over and over again.
I’ve been stuck on my current novel for a while now. I go out during breaks and walk around and think. But I’ve been coming up with nothing. Today, though, I walked a different path. It was barely different, just slightly off my usual path, facing a new direction, seeing new sights, and it felt as if my mind was pushing through the brush, forging new trails, and I had new ideas. Finally, my block is over, all because I stepped off the path just slightly.
Try it! If you walk or bike or run or drive to think, take a different path than you usually do, and I bet you’ll have some fresh ideas!