Michael Doane is an author, strategist, and #eventprof who’s passionate about education, technology, and alternative publishing. In his spare time he reads, hikes, and writes novels about ordinary people doing extraordinary things.Email him, or find him on Twitter.
Imagine you’ve had an accident or have been diagnosed with an illness. Imagine you can no longer live your life the way you’ve been living and now you have to fight to get better. Or maybe you have to learn a new style of living.
When I started seriously writing back in my teens, I could’ve never imagined the road it would take me down. When I defined myself as a writer way back when, I imagined an easy life in a cozy chair with a pipe hanging from my mouth.
That’s right. I thought I’d end up as an academic. It was my impression that unless you made it big as a novelist that’s the only thing you could do with writing. And I thought it would be an easy road.
When you were a kid, were you creative? I don’t think I’ve ever met a kid who’d pass up an opportunity to draw on the wall or scribble on a piece of paper for hours. It’s human nature that gets sapped out of many of us somewhere down the line.
This is a question we too often forget to ask ourselves. With all the rushing back and forth, the simply trying to live life, we neglect to ask ourselves what inspires joy in our hearts.
It’s a good exercise because it helps ground us. We are all human and we all have to do daily things that are an inconvenience or an unwanted necessity. But that doesn’t mean we should forget to be happy or neglect our passions.
Today I used Write Yourself Alive to start a project I’ve been thinking of for awhile. I travel quite often for business and as often as possible (with my lovely fiancé, Emily) for pleasure. So I thought it would be nice to pick up a postcard at all the places I visit, write a little something on them, and share them with the world.
Read the first two poems in my Postcard Series here.
Today I wrote for 15 minutes straight, no edits, no worries. I tried to cut out distractions and just write. I did my best not to stop and self-edit (I won’t lie, it happened… it’s in my nature). The questions that present themselves to you during this type of exercise are always interesting. This time I found myself asking, “How is it I got here and am I moving forward the way I want to be? What would make a perfect world for us all?”
I’m not sure I found an answer, but the question I was left with may surprise you…