I’m moving

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After many years of blogging on other people’s platforms, I have shifted my online base of operations to my own actual authentic website, so to speak, if you please, thank you very much.

So, if you’ve enjoyed these musings and ramblings and such, please come visit me at, well, WarrenBluhm.com.

There’s a free ebook in it for you.

Thanks!

Manifesto of the three things

Manifesto of the Three Things (Willow)

I have three things to say.

1. No one has the right, under any circumstances, to initiate force against another human being for any reason whatever; nor should anyone advocate the initiation of force, or delegate it to anyone else. Violence begets violence and is a downright stupid solution to any problem. (How to Play a Blue Guitar)

2. I know everything that’s happening can be frightening, but don’t let that stop you. Refuse to be afraid. Free yourself from the shackles of fear that hold you back. Reach for your dreams. (Refuse to be Afraid)

3. You can do this. We can get through this. Life is better lived when you search for the light and not the dark. It’s going to be all right. (A Bridge at Crossroads)

I’m not repeating these things to sell you books. Almost everything in those books is in the archives of this blog, so you can read it all here for free. I’m repeating these things because enough is enough.

Remember: It’s an election year. People with questionable motives are pushing you along on a wave of emotion to win your vote in November. Stop riding the wave.

As an old song says, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now. As another old song says, there ain’t no good guys, there ain’t no bad guys, there’s only you and me and we just disagree.

Lasting peace begins with making peace. Lay your hatred down. Let’s try what the singers said.

How to sell a Blue Guitar (or not)

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This is an interesting time in my writing/publishing career. I’m making old stuff new again while reviewing my goals and passions to see what still really trips my trigger and where I should focus.

Through the last month, since I unleashed How to Play a Blue Guitar on an unsuspecting world, I’ve struggled to explain what this book actually is.

It’s a standalone book. I deliberately put no self-marketing material inside, not a list of other books I’ve written or edited, not a link to find my blog or join a mailing list, only a reference to WarrenBluhm.com which currently gets you an “Under Construction” image. (You tried anyway, didn’t ya?) Continue reading “How to sell a Blue Guitar (or not)”

The Muse taunts the reluctant scribe

The Muse taunts (Dejah)

“You think filling six pages of a journal is going to change anything, sport?” she smirked. “No, it’s going to take more than that. It’s going to take sitting down and writing and writing and writing and writing and taxing your brain and squeezing out every last word even when you’d rather close your eyes and drift away back to sleep — especially then, when sleep calls and you want to escape so much that you can feel your soul reaching out its arms to Dreamland — but no, you’ll need to keep writing and telling the stories, because they’re all that will be left of you when that fat jiggly lump of dough has given up the ghost and your spirit jumps away into wherever spirits go when their body wears out.

“That’s what it’s going to take, sport, so stop pissing around like it’s a damn hobby. The words aren’t stamps or old coins or even rare records or key comic books. The words are your legacy, the inheritance you’re going to pass on to an unappreciative posterity, so make them count, or more important, just make them. Make the words. Do, it, I tell you! Tell the stories! Share your soul!

“But first — sigh — find out why the dog is whining …”

Now more than ever, be kind

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“In a world where you can be anything, be kind.”

I’d seen the sentiment before, but for some reason when I saw the T-shirt this time, I had to buy it and share it. Maybe as a reminder.

There is so much unkindness and pushing away and against, maybe we need to remember to pull toward and together.

As we careen toward the second straight train wreck of an election – are the two major parties conspiring to destroy any remaining confidence in the election process by ensuring the least desirable candidates win? – I feel like wearing the shirt will be a slap in the face to some people but hopefully more of an encouragement to those who are weary of being dragged into the fray.

And more important, perhaps it will remind myself to meet the hatred and anger and alienation not with more of the same but with, well, this reminder.

And about that election, and all the other stuff happening in the world, I quote a young and wiser version of me:

Freedom is not about having the right ruler. Oh wait, yes it is. Freedom is understanding that I am the boss of me.

… and, older me adds, it’s understanding to be kind about it.

If only I stopped saying ‘if only’

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We spend a lot of time thinking back about what happened, what could or “should” have happened, missteps made, things that didn’t get done that could have made things better, things that did get done that seem to have made things worse.

We all know something about regrets and second-guessing. If only I’d taken steps to get out of that situation long before I did; if only I’d stayed and toughed it out … if only I’d saved my money instead of spending it or going into debt … if only I’d said something; if only I’d kept my mouth shut … if only I’d carved out time to write that book; if only I’d written a better one … if only I’d done something when I had the chance; if only I hadn’t done what I did … Continue reading “If only I stopped saying ‘if only’”