How to find inspiration for writing a book

Each author has his own creative springs. Friedrich Schiller needed a smell of rotten apples to write, Viktor Hugo needed no clothes on his body, Honore de Balzac needed strong coffee on an empty stomach. And Charlotte Bronte did not create without peeling potatoes.

Marina Tsvetaeva was inspired by people close to her heart and spirit, impressions, her own emotional cataclysms. The poetess advised beginners to remember not only a sigh, but also the movement of the lips, from the hugs of which he slipped.

Inspiration visits the curious, inquisitive, lazy. Dreamers and visionaries living with wide eyes. Those who care about everything. Who knows how not to watch, but to consider, not to hear, but to listen. To whom feelings are more valuable than reason. For whom the word is God, tears are a sign of life, joy is a component of the soul. Illumination does not come. Why? Not yet time. You have nothing to say to the world. Writing is not your destination.

Tip: go to the bookstore. The shelves, laden with volumes of modern authors and classics, which have not been outdated for 200 years, are perfectly sobering. Quench your ambitions, turn on common sense, ask yourself – am I worthy of this company?

If the soul does not burn, and tachycardia is just a medical diagnosis, maybe there is no point in waiting for inspiration?

Is it worth writing a book with complete peace of mind

Read manuals that are boring like spinach that you don’t know how to cook. That same case. A talented person will not keep himself within the framework of a plot built according to the laws of mathematics. And the heroes whose images are spelled out, as in the anatomy textbook, to the tips of the nails, will want to be sent on a long unlimited business trip. If you are not a robot, you will definitely want to exchange crackers for “fresh” from fantasies and verbal lace that leave a delicate aftertaste. To maintain a creative form, you need intense nutrition of the brain, heart, sensory organs, as well as an elusive substance called the soul. You can’t do without inspiration.

Top 10 Tips for Writers Awaiting Creative Upgrade

Read manuals that are boring like spinach that you don’t know how to cook. That same case. A talented person will not keep himself within the framework of a plot built according to the laws of mathematics. And the heroes whose images are spelled out, as in the anatomy textbook, to the tips of the nails, will want to be sent on a long unlimited business trip. If you are not a robot, you will definitely want to exchange crackers for “fresh” from fantasies and verbal lace that leave a delicate aftertaste.

To maintain a creative form, you need intense nutrition of the brain, heart, sensory organs, as well as an elusive substance called the soul. You can’t do without inspiration.

Top 10 Tips for Writers Awaiting Creative Upgrade

  1. Engage in “human studies” and other similar exercises. Pay attention to details, emotions, contexts of situations. This is not idle curiosity, but a gold reserve for future works.
  2. Read good literature, watch how the author treats the word, what turns make his thoughts. Save the best texts in your archive in order to be able to return to them in the future.
  3. Be interested in theater performances, movies, concerts and exhibitions worthy of attention. Another’s creation can be a powerful motivator for creating your own.
  4. Do not hesitate to write texts from the series “about nothing” and “for no one”. Time will not pass in vain. You will hone a pen, learn to work, unload your head from overwhelming thoughts. And inspiration will not take long.
  5. Read biographies of famous writers. Looking at the world through the eyes of Bunin and Pelevin, analyze what could make them pick up a blank sheet of paper.
  6. Wildlife – perfection and an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Even an ordinary fly, if it is a clot, can bring fame and love to fans.
  7. Before you “go out to the people,” arrange a day of silence or a week of solitude. The change of contrasts energizes and gives rise to new ideas.
  8. Constantly generate themes for your novels, weave storylines, create images of heroes, build dialogs. There will be a lot of rubbish, but “when you knew from what rubbish verses grow …”
  9. Drive yourself down, otherwise a flame will never ignite from a spark.
  10. Do not ask how the writer finds inspiration. Live so that it seeks you!

Proverbs 31 Verse 10 | Flash Fan Fiction

Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.
Flash Fiction:

Meanwhile, the chief official of King Lemuel’s dealings had been busy seeking out the fairest maidens and most noble daughters within all the land; set on finding a wife for the King, many beautiful and wealthy women were brought to court for the King’s inspection.

The women were rude- shoving their ladies off on hurried errands within remote locations within the city, only to show little gratitude when the task was complete. All of them were lovely, but in arrogant and highly superficial ways: King Lemuel assumed these women spent as much time getting ready each day as he when preparing for battle; and while he respected their efforts (only in the slightest way) he found them all ill-suited as a partner in his most important business matters and strict royal affairs.

“Mother, what can be done?” The King inquired, leaning close to her before continuing, “My peoples need a queen! There are many issues that must be handled by a woman, and yet I see no one woman capable of upholding such pertinent issues. Maybe I should do as past Kings have done and take up a quorum?”

The mother of King Lemuel, slightly aghast at such a notion of seven wives, rolled her eyes, and continued- as a GOD fearing woman- with the prophetic wisdom she had traveled so far and stayed so long at court for the intention of sharing wisdom and aiding her son in finding his perfect wife: “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.”

Frustrated, the King adjourned the noblemen and their brood of haughty daughters from his court; some of them had begun bickering among themselves, and when dismissed without their pride and vanity satisfied by royal marriage, at last broke into attacks upon one another: the women’s gowns were ripped and hair was pulled amidst shrieks; their fathers threatened war upon each other’s land in deep, booming shouts: the attendants worked vigorously to remove them all from the King’s throne room.

Still, with much business left upon the daily agenda, King Lemuel called for his three stealthy servants, still set at the task daily of following the woman of the city; but one returned within the hour of his call.

“Where are your partners?” the King asked, eyeing the manservant- who was very much winded and his clothes were torn asunder.

“My lord,” he begun with great effort, panting slightly and attempting to straighten his attire. “My lord, the woman,” he gasped heavily, “the woman of the city… she is in great peril. I left my fellow servant at her aid! It seems those who practice the occult upon the high mountain know not of your fondness of her, and have chosen her as their next blood sacrifice.”

“Where is she?“ King Lemuel jumped from his throne, bidding his mother to stay put; a troop of guards could barely assemble themselves as quickly as King Lemuel, who- in a mad dash- grabbed his sword and mounted his stead.

The team on horseback, led by their king, raced through the city and towards the outskirts; the high mountain lay just beyond the river, which was crossed in a moment, the horses splashing and moving with their riders still atop them.

“Hurry, men! We must reach the top now!” The horses were no match for the steep climb and were left tied within a mountainside olive grove.

As King Lemuel climbed farther and faster than any one of his guardsmen, he could hear the woman of the city mocking the occult practices, “My blood will not be spilled today! Your gods are dead! Your idols are made by your own hands! They cannot help you! They will not protect you! They cannot hear you! Your worship but the demonic forces, the legions of angels fallen from the Heavens my GOD made. You will be destroyed before any harm will come of me!”

Rejoicing as such fierce faith, and the fortune of their timing, King Lemuel and his men reached the pinnacle height of the mountain.

“My Lord!” A man dressed in a hooded gown singled to his fellows to bow low to the King. “Have you come to gain your share of power? We have found the perfect sacrifice: a woman unspoiled by man, and a believer in a phony god.”

King Lemuel- of regal poise and shrewd craftiness- chuckled at the words of the hooded man. “Hahaha, let us see which of you- this woman who believes on the Most High God, or you all, who believe in many gods, can first achieve that which is believed should happen today?”

The members of the occult practice began laughing along with the King; the man dressed in the hood bowed again, “As you wish, my Lord,” and pulled a slender knife from within the depths of his robe.

In silence and profound understanding, the woman of the city remained quiet and still atop the alter of which she had been tied upon many hours earlier, and watched the events unfurl: as the chief member of the occult moved to lower the dagger into her heart, King Lemuel made one swoop of his sword, cleanly removing the head of the occult leader. In a flash of brilliant metals and swift movements, all of the occult members were dead, and the mountaintop was stilling with pools of their blood.

“Are you all right?” King Lemuel asked of the woman as he loosened her ropes and helped her sit upright up on the alter.

“I knew my GOD would not allow me to die today; not by the hands of the heathens I have dedicated my life to overcoming in His good name. Thank you my Lord. Our GOD smiles upon us today.”

“He does indeed,” King Lemuel announced, taking the woman’s hand and bringing it to his lips. “And now I ask of you but one favor: in return for bringing my men up here today, and for rescuing your life.”

The woman of the city smiled keenly, “Anything my Lord! I am forever your servant! Ask of me and it shall be done!”

King Lemuel, without a moment’s pause, continued, “Be my wife, and queen of all my lands.”

Within a fortnight. it was upon that very mountaintop that King Lemuel and the woman of the city were sealed in holy matrimony.

the smell of my mood

Hello, good friends. As I said, I had problems with my Facebook page. But thanks to you, my readers, I got my 200 votes and was able to change my awful-looking link.
I want to say a big thank you to the team LinkedIn writing services, which also helped me voluntarily change my Linkedin Profile. Currently, I have the opportunity to share my thoughts through various social networks, such as Dribble, Ello, Behance.

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Today, I want to tell you about a fragrance that takes me to warm countries and gives a truly summer mood.
I first listened to this fragrance in 2012 when it first appeared on the shelves. The aroma hooked, but its cost at that time was overpriced for me. US manufacturer after all. For many years, as many as 7 years have passed since I still acquired it. And I do not regret a second.
I got an aroma in a set of Banana Republic Wildbloom Vert with the same Shower Gel and Body Lotion. Acquired discounts in Letual. Just for these flavors there was a rabid price drop (perhaps due to a little shabby boxes and the expiration date is already coming to an end in September 2019, and I bought in March 2019).

The aroma is simply divine. Very fresh light summer, but persistent. But after an hour I no longer feel it on myself. A small loop is present. For me, this is the main indicator of “my” aroma.

    Top notes are pear, red apple, violet leaf

    Middle Notes – Gardenia, Magnolia, Peach Blossom

    And at the very bottom – Coconut, Musk, Sandalwood, Teak

When applied, a freshly citrus aroma is felt for me) although there is no citrus. Then it comes to the apple. And at the end, a little Musk. These are the notes I have. A very fresh summer is not at all cloying. Perfect fragrance for the summer.

The performance of the bottle for me plays an important role. Everything here is harmoniously concise and girlishly gentle. Gardenia flower (well, it seemed to me) complements the beauty of the bottle.

Today’s Writing Prompt | Games

Indeed we played games of childhood renown; we called each other by names, chasing each other about town: there was tag and hide and seek and run; none of this sitting indoors stuff; the games we played made us tough, and certain that our childhood was the final game, one we hushed silently, never to be the same for the generations thereafter; we had our rules and that was one of them: to end the game all together, never allowing our airs to waft or drift towards the younger, but cloistered the scent from every other; over yonder, down time’s line, we see in our peripherals, a spherical notion that what allowed by we should be of a certain excellence in permissible traits; as if cognition the game itself, and its liberation the act of playing pretend: in word, acceleration through time, but lines are for chalk and the rules are for paper; we esteem the source of both the former and the latter and the one in between and all of thereafter.

Poetry Challenge | 12/100 Proof I Will Be

Show me the proof in real time, moments surpassing sublime stanzas; each instance a crescendo: musical magnificence allowing growth capture the lesson, endure the while -ensuring the song will never cease but bloom — BOOM!– by proceeding every mile crossed valiantly. Proof, I will be, the mark of my life: a living testimony of battles and blossoms to tune, celebrating eternal verses: come glory, ensue!

This is 12/100 poetry challenge.

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Proverbs 31 Verse 7 | Flash Fan Fiction

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

Flash Fiction:

As King Lemuel led his mother, the sick elderly, and the young maiden into his decorative chamber, the servants of the palace were arranging wide feast upon the many ornate tables. “How long has your father been like this?” The King asked, placing himself atop his royal throne.

“As long as I have remembered,” the woman began, “he has flashed in and out of spells, as if the demons allow him the mockery of sane moments so they may torment him with remembrance of the foul behavior he has endured by their control.” Tears filled her eyes. “To even mention the mischief my father has done! He is a good man, he would never do if he were of a right mind. But the spirits of dark force lay hold.”

“How have you managed?” King Lemuel inquired.

The woman straightened her posture, and looked straight toward the King by means of such fierce composure of certainty, “Our household has managed by the power of GOD alone,” she briefly uttered to the King, a great air of dignity in her poise and mannerism.

The King’s mother sat along her son and the woman, speaking further on the prophecy, “Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.”

King Lemuel ushered for prayer warriors and the physicians of his palace to attend to the elderly man with unclean spirits, and called for strong drink. “Your father has never tasted such an ale; my master brewers ferment this combination of all the land’s finest wheat and hops., barley and choice fruit. Give this to your father, for I have prayed over his cup, and have asked the GOD of Almighty to bless him.”

The people of the court raised their glasses in sincere praise of the Most High God, asking for the sanctification of them all, and redemption for the man ill of unclean spirits.

Remarkable Inquiry | short story

The question proposed to me was like the diamond on my hand; taken with a blush and a gasp, extended towards me with vigorous love. I knew nothing else for a moment, but the sheer brilliance of glimmering promises.

To answer, I was mute; ideas flourished, abounded so greatly, no one particular statement offered assurance by voice; my heart enraptured, traded on a string, a chord binding our agreement; tied so tightly no unraveling could achieve our demise. We were blissfully bound, tangled together; achieving the subtle satisfaction capable of completing my response.

When silence gave way to sing-song reply, I knew- with certain caliber of comfort- my life would never be the same. The remarkable inquiry managed to shake me like an earthquake; my perspective as an environment shifting, the map rearranging, my path forward veering now toward profound destiny.

If I could carry such concern- amounting to greater value than gemstones or metal-our love would surely sustain: encountering adventure, our mutual respect maintained by valiant struggle: we could conquer the sequence of life, overcoming any obstacle endured.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

Know Day and Hour | Greek Bible Study

And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world? And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places.

All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name’s sake. And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.

When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:) Then let them which be in Judaea flee into the mountains: Let him which is on the housetop not come down to take any thing out of his house: Neither let him which is in the field return back to take his clothes. And woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days!

But pray ye that your flight be not in the winter, neither on the sabbath day: For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be. And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but for the elect’s sake those days shall be shortened.

Then if any man shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or there; believe it not. For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect. Behold, I have told you before.

Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, he is in the desert; go not forth: behold, he is in the secret chambers; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together.

Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken: And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.

And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is nigh: So likewise ye, when ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors. Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled. Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away. But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.

But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left. Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left.

Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. But know this, that if the goodman of the house had known in what watch the thief would come, he would have watched, and would not have suffered his house to be broken up.

Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh. Who then is a faithful and wise servant, whom his lord hath made ruler over his household, to give them meat in due season? Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing. Verily I say unto you, That he shall make him ruler over all his goods.

But and if that evil servant shall say in his heart, My lord delayeth his coming; And shall begin to smite his fellow servants, and to eat and drink with the drunken; The lord of that servant shall come in a day when he looketh not for him, and in an hour that he is not aware of, And shall cut him asunder, and appoint him his portion with the hypocrites: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.