Novel Update

Since January, I’ve been writing a novel based on me getting to know my Dad late in life and his battle with cancer.   I’m done with the first fifth, and it’s already 200 pages. I found a writing mentor at UM to help shape the story and she’s been a huge help. I usually just plow through a story with no thought to editing. My mentor recommended that I edit this first fifth, really nail it down to the essentials (70pgs max) so I have a solid format for the other four parts of the novel. I’ve never gotten …

Meditation for Better Life

We live most of our lives in compulsive thought–one worry after the next. I’m gonna experiment with meditation to enjoy life more and focus on right now.  Take some time during the day to slow it all down, breathe in and out, really feeling it. Traffic might be a good time to try this. It’s normally a stressful situation, but you can learn to deal with stress in your life by taking it slow and paying attention to your breathing. 

Keep Going When it Hurts

When you’re doing your work, there are going to be minutes that seem to stretch forever. That was my writing today. And that’s okay. It’s like that sometimes. Embrace that some days, you’ll feel like you haven’t moved the ball forward. But the fact that you didn’t quit is enough. Some days, I fly through the writing (not often). Some days, I feel that at least I moved the story forward. And some days (today), it was two hours of suffering. Hey, but I didn’t quit. Don’t quit. Do it, then do it again tomorrow. 

Trust Yourself and Keep Going

“Even if you let ‘em kill your dream, it’ll haunt you.” —J. Cole, “A Tale of 2 Citiez” Doing what you love, you will encounter huge resistance: the heavy cloud of doubt, the racing mind designed to distract you, the negative self-talk stealing your energy. Don’t give in. Fight through that. Do the thing you know will make you happy. Not give you pleasure necessarily, but make you happy. Doesn’t matter what people say. You wanna write? Do it. You wanna get married and have kids? Do it. You wanna build a business? Do it. It’s your life. Listen to …

PALM TREES by Lucas Baker

Bearded men descend from the mountains —peasants riding stolen trucks. Red slogans. Green fatigues. Rifles thrust into the air like spears of sugarcane. Dark throats coated in cigar smoke chant the songs of struggle.   The streets smell of seasoned lechón and open bottles of rum. The Dictator’s gone. Now the people are free to play bongos, maracas, and smiles, caramel legs free to dance Island dances. They’ve burned the old history books— No more yanquís, no more Batista.   A man watches from a penthouse suite in the Hilton. The wave is coming his way. He sweats through his …