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Sharing My Unedited Writing Experiences & Life Experiences.

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March 7, 2016

Writing In Silence (Quote)

Something I’ve found most interesting as of late is how I have to work in silence to get anything done. While Mr. Canuck is down the hall with his music blasting some kind of dancing remix or 80s 8-bit jam, I am sitting in the window of the master bedroom curled up with a blanket listening to silence.

Well… not always silence. Recently I’ve begun to listen to tapping/ scratching ASMR which is still noise but easy enough to block out when I need to focus on the world I’m writing about. When I was young I always blasted music in my ears. Listening to Coheed and Cambria or Evanescence while writing was how I blocked out my reality back then. I honestly don’t know how I was able to do it. Now that I think back, maybe that was one reason I never wrote well…

Still, the point I’m trying to make is as I’m getting older I am starting to appreciate silence more. I get a lot of work done in silence… and when silence bothers so many people I can’t help but find peace in it. Silence to me means that nothing around me is happening. This silence shows that the world around me is still and calm allowing my mind to not have to pay attention to the world around me but permit myself to dedicate what energy I need to the busy world errupting in my mind. While my world inside my head is dealing with explosions, battles, creature chases, angered debates – the world in reality is utterly silent.

Weird, isn’t it? When something like silence can create in itself the noisiest of situations. That while I’m sipping my tea and my foot is tapping in reality, my mind sees a bloody battle field or hand-to-hand combat. When I take a deep breath through my nose and readjust myself so my bum doesn’t go numb, that my mind hears two opposite nations arguing over resources or singing in a main atrium of one of the Glass Towers.

Silence to me is as inspiring as music. In silence I can paint pictures in my mind. In silence I can create worlds from white noise.

“Writing is a product of silence.”

Donation Complete

Under the stipulations I made for myself was the section where I would print screen the donation once it has been put through/ accepted by the charity. One thing I want to make sure is that you know that I’ve done what I came out to do since you all went through the effort of participating in this contest. So, here is the proof that I donated to the winner’s charity.

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I blacked this out due to sensitive information. Also the reason I donated 200 dollars to this one charity is because how strongly I feel towards inspiring the future generations and for the Indigenous people of my country of Canada. Living in the North I’ve seen what programs like Indspire can do for a community and I’ve also known a few people who had the help of Indspire while they were completing their education at the university I went to. So, I honestly believed 100 dollars wasn’t good enough to help those who need that little extra financial support to get to where they need to go.

Thank you to the winner Marian L. Thorpe for her passionate entry, and congratulation on winning this contest. Thank you to everyone who participated and I look forward to possibly doing this again next year. 🙂

Winner of the ‘If I Had 100 Dollars’ Contest

The Winner of the ‘If I Had 100 Dollars’ Contest. I can see from this post that Marian L. Thorpe was incredibly passionate about her charity and that this charity Indspire will help many Canadian Indigenous peoples gain a better education and become strong leaders of their communities.
Thank you, Marian for your participation in this contest and I look forward to reading more of your works in the future.

Check out her wonderful entry and this fantastic charity for more information. 🙂

I’ve written a fair bit on my other blog, Two Simple Lives, about how books and stories shaped my view of the world. As with most children, I was drawn to those books that mirrored my own family, solidifying my sense of cultural heritage, helping me understand and relate to my grandparents and parents who would always be a little out of place in the land to which they’d emigrated…and finally allowing me, as an adult, the cultural fluidity to move easily between two countries.

I did not grow up in a wealthy family. There was no extra money at all when I was a child. I wore hand-me-downs from my sister and from family friends, my bike had been second-hand about twenty owners before…but there were always books. Books passed on from friends whose children had outgrown them. Books as birthday and Christmas presents. Books from the library. Children’s…

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