by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2013 | inspiration, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
I write. Not because I must, or because I am compelled by some unseen force like the devil nipping at my backside. I used to write to expel emotion, to coax forth whatever poison lingered from the confusion of youth, to purge whatever angst, anger, judgment and...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 28, 2013 | community, culture, Uncategorized, writing
Blogging provides a virtual and sometimes therapeutic channel in which to pour one’s thoughts and feelings that, in turn, insinuate themselves into the collective like dye injected into a crystalline ocean. Slowly spreading, the new medium eventually becomes...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 15, 2013 | personal, philosophy, random thoughts, science, Uncategorized, writing
As a writer, it seems I’ve come to this strange juncture of late, where words are beside the point. It’s not writers’ block, because I could always write about anything under the sun. It’s more like a space in time where I find I’m fatigued by the effort of using...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2012 | love, random thoughts, Uncategorized, words, writing
I love the English language. Every once in awhile, a word will spill out of my mouth that I haven’t used or even thought of in a very long time. I then feel compelled to play with it. I know in writing groups, for example, there are ‘prompts’...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 30, 2012 | community, creativity, inspiration, personal, Uncategorized, writing
Writing is often a solitary pursuit. Thus it is with strange irony that, in order to make a living, writers submit our innermost ponderings to public scrutiny. It might seem to compromise something within, but upon deeper reflection, we may discover this necessarily...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 19, 2012 | happiness, inspiration, personal, Uncategorized, writing
How many books can be stacked atop a bedside table? Right now there are no less than eight; the ninth is in my hand. Is it variety I crave? Or simply that I cannot shelve what remains unread – a steady stream of volumes I’ve yet to fully digest...
