#Herald of The Doodler

[writer59january13]

The unconscionable spectre of Harvey Specter...

A diabolical, inimical, piratical, and venal worm, whose cut throat devious shenanigans found yours truly to squirm;

his addiction to money (mine)

sated until he sucked me dry

analogous to nicoderm,

yet impossible mission

to smoke out the most minute germ

converting life savings of mine into bitcoin cyber currency.

Horrible reality of being hoodwinked, preyed upon human vermin immediately upended high jinxed mien floundering ten thousand leagues

under the cyber sea analogous to Titanic submersible.

I always feel myself surprised

to what length con artists (scammers)

expend themselves, when they

(he, she) could be

productive citizens of society.

In plain English, yours truly got blindsided, extorted interrogated, needled,

tricked, and frankly zapped

courtesy fobbing off

honest to goodness verity springing from computer malware kickstarting me to be virtually robbed

in broad daylight

with the fullest consent of

self anointed aspiring poet, (steeled against irony

as if liberating money in both saving and checking accounts – two of each emptied out as if expunged funds belonged to somebody else), when delivering a sucker punch that cost me more than

thirteen thousand dollars

inviting such thoughts

to overdose on prescription medication.

Hence, the shonda rhyme

of utter literal pennilessness

decries hatred linkedin proclaiming scathing wretchedness upon the talking head (with a clipped dialect) ensnaring unsuspecting victims (lower case in point -

writer of these words), when Macbook Pro laptop got rendered non functionally disabled thank you ghost in the machine, wherein reigned indubitable chaos. Hence, loss of nest egg (found me cracked up)

regarding resultant monetary liquidation fall of the crowded house ushered

disquisition without hesitation briefly describing my death originally due to fetal positioned congenital psychological affliction

and today's painful aggravation, when countless Benjamins gussied up as hobgoblins

joined human league averse to plaintive benediction thence, this with mine jetblue skinny legs like a chicken his (mein kampf) got dealt mortal (who gives a hoot) blowfish rem mains disintegrated by mailer daemons usurped dereliction, whereby sanity given eviction in the subsequent fiction

that makes feeble attempt to evoke stricken gumption, where eons ago nihilistic thoughts rode roughshod to wreak humiliation upon prepubescent initiation, whereby the antithesis of jubilation kept the author (yes, yours truly) like a trapped mouse in a cat protected kitchen, where no cheeses cur heist could rectify or bring libation. Noah hide dee ya what mailer daemon possessed this earthlinked live nada so hotmail to splutter so much persiflage as evidenced above and in the following. Ye might well categorize the palaver as pure llama heaped dung attempting to sneak into yar consciousness as some esoteric badinage aspiring to convey that this doodler with words adroit with the english language. Temptation to bid fare thee well

bah humbug anguish cuz down the gullet goes lethal drug e'en without any farewell hug after smacking lips polished off deadly drink from mug. Within reverie long fostered hankered freedom

at last attained to exit silently

terrestrial real estate oblate spheroid

during hulu heralded century 21,

which would deliver

(ants sir) rectifying eternal senescent deliverance. Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness

and goodwill toward men/women

served as a mere pretense

extant the global arcade. Nothing boot charade, enfilade

(albeit with limp poetic/

prosaic pugnacious), facade,

gilded hilariously inside jackass. Ever since he kickstarted lifelessly,

his noggin oddly plunged quietly

resting as a deceased shutterfly

tonight under vaporous wisps as somber mood prevailed

amidst the cloistered silence imposed from the shunted cremated preference re: symbolic (logical)

figurative burial of Matthew Harris subsequently reincarnated as soft dust.

Potter's field here I come, one harried styled swiftly tailored faceless book earthworm member joined the rank n file

of his slimy brethren n cistern when a mortal male

(crushed courtesy cruel

cockamamie crime) ceased

to live June twenty first two thousand twenty three. I foresaw how miserable fate worse than death resolved, albeit at loss to kith and kin of beloved brother, father to deux

darling grown daughters and husband since July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six now left destitute and widowed.

Immune to antics of scallywags, the grim reaper undertook requisite business

and swung a his scythe with effortless breath and started coffin. He exhaled little billows of cold air

while awaiting the hearst

carrying lifeless body

of none other than me doppelganger. Prior to imagined demise, I took special pains

to select an ideal piloted kamikaze pilot plot. A mossy glen with a mill by the pond

of my boyhood swimming hole

served like the ideal welcome mat

for the return of this native son

long gone from his family estate of Glen Elm. At pinnacle of storied fame death struck (with welcome arms) unexpectedly

while dodging the madding crowd

off hucksters, punsters,

and xenophobic bummers

jostling to get a glimpse of renown author,

where paparazzi seemed

destined to track me down. As the advocate of countless essays

on inalienable rights

for all creatures large and small,

no pause from the hounding

local populace offered peace of mind. Until now! The prospect of dying

never scared this non-believer. Cessation of consciousness

essentially served completion of life

in corporeal form

and reconstituted physical being

into grist for other organisms to flourish. Karma and glorious unique characteristics

comprising each of our respective charisma,

dogma, and persona

(generally comprising an enigma

to the world) absorbed

after contract with cosmic creator lapsed. Brief occupancy on this terrafirma

as inscribed in genetic code

(merely a blink of an eye

in the universal schema)

gave this now deceased dreamer

notion to maximize enjoyment of each day. One need not globe trot

(and boast of espying exotic places),

but could experience inner harmony

by imbibing the present. Simple pleasures that abounded

in the wild or evoked via creative imagination

of august writers supplied

ample sustenance for satisfaction. Contemplative and introspective mien

prompted Eros to be discerned

in the grand canyon of Mother Nature

in tandem with personal motive

to indulge like-minded thinkers

since the beginning of time. Any given day frequently found thoughts

turning over every figurative

jagged rolling stone

when the veiled, shrouded, cloaked... characterization invoking angel of death

might silently spring a surprise visit,

which metaphysical thought

interestingly enough gave sigh of relief. Why? Upon termination of enjoying existence

in living color, the eradication

of this pet peeve of mine i.e.

anxiety/ panic attacks

interwoven with inxs

of obsessive compulsive behavior

would dissolve into basic elements

of earth, wind and fire. No iota amount of matter

marshaled the non-entity dimension

would assume command. Those former psychological trials

would thence be relinquished

from their parasite role

and recompose cells

of one mortal man (me)

into matter to be recycled

into raw materiel

for other organisms to feast upon. Basic constituent cells

of Homo sapien in question

would become necessary seeds

for some other manifestation

for plant or animal development. Godaddy maggots sans fancy feast,

a best buy per this former

foo fighting beastie boy,

whose nihilistic outlook

promulgated within his in utero psyche. Gestation as an embryonic fetus,

the potential live, googly eyed,

earth-linked, wannabe hotmail prodigy

harbored no oshkosh bug gosh

pinterest to remain

in the world wide web of bad company. Hence, nothing could mollify measly

mumbling linkedin kibitzer,

albeit progressive matchless

who unwittingly opened

the red box of Pandora. Molecular features

would assume novel combinations

thru said degradation of flesh,

yet improvisation of biology

would wield wasted corpse

that once epitomized an articulate,

civil, enumerate, glib, invertebrate,

kind male into novel marvels

of unpredictable genus and species.

[nolassolace]

My internal thoughts immediately after drawing this: ooooooh but demon Nicky 👀

Then my gremlin brain grabbed the megaphone and said : OOOOOOOOOH but acolyte lark?👀

~The Herald of The Doodler

&

The Demon Savior ~

[21st-century-ninja]

Yes, hello tis me, the one who looked away for 10 years- I have no completely rewatched the first season of Ninjago and forgot how good it is??? Also have reaffirmed Kai as my fav! So Quick Question- where do you go from here?

hi again!!! and welcome to the kai simp club we are many XD

if you're talking about season order, it goes Legacy of the Green Ninja, Rebooted, Tournament of Elements, Possession, Skybound, Hands of Time, Sons of Garmadon, Hunted, March of the Oni, Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu (? i can't remember the actual season title for this one), Prime Empire, Master of the Mountain, The Island, and then Seabound!

Specifically, if you’re using netflix to watch, then watch the “Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu” series first and then “Ninjago”!  They have all the eps in order, though the seasons are funkily divided in the “Ninjago” series.

if you're talking about fandom stuff, well, there’s no right way to go about it!!! a couple of super cool artists are @kraniumverse @ice-emperor-zane @art-i-chokedd, @spinbitchzu @weekend-whip, @httydbooks-doodler, and @lloydskywalkers fics and @northpen ‘s are often heralded as fandom classics (spoilers for different seasons ofc!) I’ve got my own writing buds in @fangirltakesall @precious-cosmos @only-lonely-stars @rosiehunterwolf and @starlightaxolotl (last fren is on a sb kick nowadays lol)  

there’s a little bit of fandom drama like any fandom has (right now the current one seems to be over various ninja parents i think?? idk i don’t keep up with it that much XD) but overall it’s v chill!  

Everyone else, feel free to add on this and promote your own stuff or other peeps!

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Edison’s Life &  Its Inventions

An article about Edison's life and its inventions:

Admiz Melton writes: One day Edison bought all of Faraday's writings and sat down to study the height and slept there. When my eyes opened in the morning, he was sitting and reading. We were both going to a hotel about a mile away for breakfast. What Edison did read was his mind wandering. Somehow he told me, Adams, I have so much work to do, and life is so short that I have to hurry so badly that I have to go to bed. Started running Most of the things we often use in our daily life are ancient and modern inventions of science. Behind all these inventions is the hands of great scientists and inventors who worked hard and achieved a high standard. One such name was Miss Elwid Yason. Edison was probably the greatest inventor in history. He attended school for only six months, but the invention of his bulbs and phonographs changed the lives of millions of people. Edison has patented 1,000 inventions in his life. In reference to Edison's great service to humanity, Henry Ford once suggested that distant life should be called the Edison covenant. Edison praised extraordinary intelligence in these words: a verdict on the idea and a nascent decision on a sweat. He proved this belief by working all the time that he was just at meal time. Edison seemed to find everything strange. He experimented with pharmaceuticals and proposed a program for people's comfort. He was very close to the invention of the Red U. and he used nuclear energy. Predicted about Edison always strives to create things that can work under normal methods without spoiling and easily repair and improve the inventions of other

Early Life:

Edison Milne was born on February 5, 1847 in Ohio. Samuel Edison and Nanny Edison were the seventh child. Edison's grandfather was Judith Holland and mother was from Canada. The family emigrated from Amsterdam to the United States in the 8th century. Seeing the boy's curiosity and passion, his family called him Elva. Elva used to ask them questions constantly. How does the bird escape from the chicken poop? What makes the bird fly? Why does the water extinguish the fire? His school teacher couldn't even answer some of his questions. If no one was able to answer his question, he would try to get the answer from his own experience. One day, Elva learned that bubbles fly because they have gas. So he sent a boy to sidelight. Feed three sauces of safflow Elva was convinced that when the boy's stomach was full of gas he would start flying. But instead, the boy fell sick and lay on the ground, and the world began to feel him spinning.

At the age of seven, Elva moved with her parents to Ho Chi Minh, where her parents started a grain and litter business. Elva entered a public school and hurried the teacher to ask a lot of questions. The teachers used heavy leather keys to kill the children who asked them questions. One day, Elva told the district school inspector Ho Edna's son, Hoyna, is dirty and unable to study. Elva ran home and told her mother. She would go straight to the teacher and tell her in incredible words (Elva is more intelligent than the teacher's entire body in little swallows) and she dropped him off from school. Thus, the regular recognition of Elva Edison lasted only three months. His mother intended to teach him by playing the game, which was unusual at the time. His mother made education a game for him. At first he was surprised at it, but very happy later. He began to learn so fast that his mother could not teach him any more. When Elva was nine years old, her mother introduced her to a book written by Richard Babe Parker, a well-known teacher of the mid-nineteenth century. Elva Edison refused to accept her writings. She repeated each experiment to prove the author wrong. Elva had more than a hundred smells of different chemicals. She had poisoned all the smells to keep her family members away from them. Charles Bachelor, a friend of Elva's, says: "One night I returned, and I was sitting at the dockside, and in front of it was a pile of alchemy and other books, some as high as five feet." He was studying all day and night. In a few weeks, he had looked at all the books and prepared a volume based on his abstracts. He also did many experiments on farms. From the age of nine to twelve, he spent many years in the history of Hume, England, the rise and fall of the Empire, Potter's Discovery of the Senses, and Tuton's Principal of Teacher, Fla. Now it was fall. At the age of twelve, he got a job as a train boy in a grenade trunk train. He used to save newspapers, candy, tea, and peanuts in the train (which runs between Port Huron and Detroit). Was. In his spare time, he experimented with merchandise and chemicals in an empty container. He bought a press and started publishing his own newspaper (the Herald Daily). Due to its unique nature, it began to go hand in hand. It was the first newspaper to be published in a moving train.

Chemical experiments in Elva's train hit him hard. One day, a fire broke out in the foreshore pen, causing a flare in the train's car. At this point, the conductor hit the powerful Elva's ear. Received and threw her out of the box with her chemicals, printing on it and other things. The incident caused Elva to become deaf. However, Elva attributed her deafness to another incident. While she was trying to board a moving vehicle, the conductor pulled her by the ear and brought her to the platform. Edison said a few years later (I He felt something break in his head.) My deafness started from then on and it only increased.

Edison, though not completely deaf, but in the last years he could barely hear the screams. His depression could have ended with a concussion, but he refused to have surgery. Edison did not mind being deaf but thought of an easy way to get one. Edison escaped Barmouth's mouth because of his ear impairment. It happened that Edison bought a large pile of old books in doodler and he took it and left for the house at three o'clock in the night. In fact, a watchman saw him and ordered the thief to be considered. Jason couldn't hear because he was deaf. The guard fired the bullet, but the bullet passed through Edison's ear. Thus the great inventor survived the target. After the train wreck, Elva started to save the newspaper at the stations. One day at the Clemens Railway station, Elva noticed that a freight train was moving towards the station at Mulla Zam's son. Elva rescues the baby in a timely manner. Thanks to the station, Mulazam taught Elva to use a telegraph in return.

.Early Inventions:

1868, In Boston, Edison worked as a telegraphist in Boston. He completed his first invention, which he sought to sell. It was an electronic voting machine that resembled a machine used in legislative assemblies in various states. It recorded the votes of members of the legislature on a large board. Elva Edison took it to Washington and Congress A committee heard it, but the chairman of the committee told him that the machine was not in the Congress's priority: it takes about 5 minutes to attend. Your machine had to make it work. Elva Edison was very angry with this behavior and said that no I will not invent anything that is not needed. And he kept the words of his words. After that time he committed himself to these words in urgent need of the world. Elva Edison emigrated from Boston to New York in 1940. She had nothing and obtained permission to sleep in the futures of an employee of the Goldandecar Company. Elva Edison used her time to understand the stock ticker most of the time. The telegraph was the kind of machine the company used to tell brokers about the price of cocaine. A few days later the stock ticker broke and Edison surprised the manager by fixing it because everyone else had failed to fix it. At that time, the manager offered him $ 5 for a supervisor job. It was great. Edison's busy brain continued his experiments on the stock ticker. It made it so much better that the president of the Goldland Stock Telegraph Company, Jazel Marcel Lefferts, expressed his interest. The leaflets sent Edison a payday and asked what amount he would take to patent his stock. Edison made a decision that he would say $ 5 and accept up to $ 5. He hesitated and said, "Well do Jazel Fur, you offer me .....", Leffer Toss thought for a moment and then said, "Do you accept 3 dollar  ? For a moment Edison found it difficult to control himself. He grabbed the desk to keep himself upright and said gently yes! I think it will be fine.

Magic of Menlo Park

23 years ago Edison established his first workshop in Newyark, New Jersey, with money from Lefferts. It was there that he began to manufacture his own stock-ticker. In the year 2, he modified the typewriter's steel components with wood. It also corrected the intonation and ink distribution of words. Edison Improved Typewriter It was possible to write with machine speed much faster than Yes. Edison Menlo came in. That same year, he improved the telephone by adding a car bin transmitter. This was a very important step in making the telephone workable. Before this change people had to smell the telephone very loudly. Edison's inventive phonograph or record player has been named the most innovative invention in the world. In this regard, no one had ever made a practical model of phonograph, and the specimen was brand new and untouched. Edison has always called phonograph his favorite invention. The idea of ​​a phonograph came about when he was trying to find ways to automatically record telegraph messages. He wanted to record messages on a rotating plate on paper pads. That disk is like today's phonograph. He was walking around. Edison learned from his telegraph analyst how the diaphragm is being made or how the discharge is triggered in the disc that reacts to the sound waves. He made an opening or one that had a caffeine attached to the cabin. On his neck, one of the elbows was opened in which the opening had been cut. I went or mine! Six o'clock baby eats. And I have promoted a ton of wood. Edison decided that he could recapture those moles rather than give them something. Then he can make the word abusive by saying that he has two. Edison made a note and ordered his cousin's footman to take a cue from Crowley or make it. Croatia did, however, confused her, but he confused her. He was asked to make something that was neither alchemy nor evil, but it was mica goodness. On the contrary, Edison did not destroy anything that could be completely mica-good. C could not imagine who used Edison to make this device but he took it and built it. When the C-C, the cylinder-shaped machine comes with Z. Edison's wings or you ask what it is. Edison unintentionally said, "Oh, this machine will smell. He wrapped the fort's foil on the cylinder's neck! The baby at six o'clock eats. He smelled this alphabet in the machine's silence. The machine gave Edison's words every chance. The croc's face turned white with movement. Edison, however, remains a diamond.

Electrical light (BULB):

Light bulb (bulb) Didn't I like the style of the new photo shot? Many two-headed people worked on this concept for years. The Russian-born Michael Najnier Paula Jiblo was persuaded by Pir's family to be archery at the time, but Edison wanted younger boys and girls who could be used at home and at home. Coin - in fact, it was the gas of the heart that was the main source of energy. In 1879 AD, Edison brought out a successful soliloquy of LED light. He did just that for the second time to observe all the flame minutes, which could illuminate the roaring light. The employee was sent to Azzone and another to the jungles of Japan. He had tried about three thousand things for a minute. On 19 October 1879 , after several attempts, Car Edison's fibers were finally able to be applied to the filament bulb. The bulb gave great light. By the morning of October 7, the precious bulb was burning. Finally on October 7, at 2:30 pm, Edison decided to raise two latches, which caused the bulb to burn. On the 5th of September Edison's lightning flashed a new invention of light. Edison became known all over the world as the magic of Menlo Park. Edison won the patent for electric light in January. Edison did more than 3 experiments for the invention of the bulb. In 9 AD, Edison moved to New Jersey, the large and modern Libya rotary of the West and Najj. He spent most of his time working on his new inventions. He organized many companies to develop his inventions. By the end of the decade, Edison began producing animated films and films. He made a comedy based on the inventions of George Eastman and others. In 2 AD Edison combined phonographs and cameras to create spoken pictures. The machine showed some flaws and Edison put it aside. Other people later fixed the flaws. At first people thought of animated films as a toy, but Edison saw them with the hope that it would be through education. He predicted that one day it would change other ways of teaching. Some of his later inventions and distortions include storage irons Tissimeters, cement mixers, duct phones and photocopying machines. From his first patented invention (Golden Artificial Plant to Artificial Rubber) to Edison's society Participation continued at the same pace. He died in the West and Najj on 18 October 1931 at the age of 84.

Edison’s Friends:

Edison had no special close friends. He often liked to be with Henry Ford, Harvey Fairestone and John Barrows. But he worked hard for hours, not having much time for friends. Used to be Throughout Edison's life, his work has always been a joy and a friend to him. Edison was a musician. Despite being deaf, he claimed he could hear the speaker of the phonograph with his skull. Edison was not a religious man but he believed in great intelligence. One time he told his friend that although he is known as a great inventor in the world, he cannot create even the simplest of life. Edison's most important work for the world was not only to invent electric light, but also to map the world's first power plant to reach millions of people. Edison received so many awards for his achievements that he had to say that I needed a mole to produce them. In 1956, Edison's laboratory was declared a national heritage. In 1959, her house was also declared a national heritage. The fact is that not only in life but also after death, the honor and fame that came to the part of Edison, which is very fortunate.

[themarionetteanovel]

Chapter Twenty-Four - The Notebook

Claire came back into her apartment and looked at her phone again. She found the last text she’d sent Adam, saying she’d see him at nine tonight. So how, then, had she wound up convinced she was working the lunchtime shift? She was losing it. At least this error gave her something new to puzzle over. Until, that was, she was aware her brain had shifted gears. All the unpleasantness of this morning came back to her as if she were reliving it: fleeing down those steps with that gorgeous, well-dressed man cursing her, accusing her of murder. He must have recognized that notebook in her bag and the sight of it had set him off.

She fetched it from the plastic bag and threw herself on her bed. She was tempted to flip through for what might have triggered him, but instead continued from where she’d left off. Methodical always worked best for her. The next page made her regret doing so. She came across a list, written in jagged block letters, next to a crude ink outline of a human body. Best arteries to strike. Jugular (neck). Femoral artery (legs, inner thigh). Brachial artery (armpit). The words were accompanied by crude arrows to the relevant body parts.

On the next page, a list of drugs. Some of these she recognized as prescription narcotics. These weren’t hard to get for recreational users; five minutes in the bathrooms at The Broken Cue or Jordan’s place and you could score an entire pharmacy. She should be taking this to police. Her cynical side was convinced this would only wind up in some box while they pursued fresher cases. Even if that turned out to be Sophie’s blood in that underground chamber rather than being from some animal, she needed to know for herself whether the trail would eventually lead to Dave. Her answers lay in identifying the owner of this book. Ones her own fingerprints now covered. She’d found no names mentioned yet, or any phone number.

She continued browsing. After a list of forensic and true crime websites, were pages filled with more doodles. More stars filled in with a checker-board pattern. A Heraldic-style dragon, clumsily rendered. She tried to remember if she’d ever spotted this at Jordan’s place. He had only that square memo pad and a fiercely-guarded sketchbook, the kind with thick pages bought at an artists’ supply store. She’d only ever seen him draw in that; he wasn’t a doodler.

Her stomach rumbled. She got up and went to her cupboard. A tin of Chef Boy r Dee would do. After eating, she opened her laptop. She returned to the news reports she’d bookmarked to read them more closely. Sophie was last seen saying goodbye to friends while coming out of a tavern on the 105 called The Purple Toad. She’d been in the midst of discussing weekend plans when she was distracted by a phone call. No one knew who was on the other end when she answered, and she hurried off without saying another word. One witness assumed it was her mother or father calling; Sophie’s parents were described as “controlling”.

Later calls to her phone went unanswered. And then her voice mailbox was full. Claire regretted being unable to search that chamber more thoroughly. Murderers often kept tokens from their victims and there might yet be an incriminating clue left behind. Assuming Sophie was dead. She might not be. Her parents didn’t seem to think she was. So why did Kevin?

How horribly ironic, she mused, now that the shock and rage over learning about Dave’s affair had worn off. Her search for answers to the death of her boyfriend had turned into an amateur murder investigation of the woman who’d cuckolded her. She sensed this woman was no longer alive, regardless of how many others claimed she’d spoken about running away to a bigger city, preferably near the ocean. In some parallel universe, perhaps she’d caught Sophie and Dave in the act and she’d been the one to murder them.

Claire was certain Dave had been home that night. She remembered it well. It was the night her mother had called to tell her Louise was pregnant. She held off telling Dave, deciding she’d wait until he was in better spirits. He’d been tired and irritable all evening and had gone to bed early. After leaving him alone for a few hours, she’d gone in to see if his mood had recovered. It had. He’d pulled her down onto the mattress and begun stripping off her clothes, telling her if she wanted a baby, then they needed to practice making one. That night was the second last night they’d ever made love.

She set her dish in the sink to soak and opened the notebook to where she’d left off. She came across more bad poetry, more blank pages, more bad ink drawings. She tried calling Jordan to ask if this was his, but his phone just rang and rang. No voicemail service picked up. At last, she came across the reference to Dave that had prompted her to take this book to begin with. What she read next made her blood turn cold.

[aion-rsa]

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Not worth reading. As a tinkerer, doodler, and definitely a person willing to try things; I expected and wanted to love this book. Sadly it was both far from enjoyable or useful to me. While some of the advice makes sense (unfocus to see the big picture), it is also obvious. The book is an odd mix of biographical stories (Steve Jobs, Jeff Bezos, etc.) intended to be inspirational, psychology and science, and pseudo-science such as claims that we all share a common mind ? (really). I wouldn't go as far as saying that I hated it, because there are some useful ideas, but it is far from inspirational. Go to Amazon

Taking the blinders off of your mind Tinker Dabble Doodle Try: Unlock the Power of the Unfocused Mind by Srini Pillay MD is a wonderful book that provides scientific support for the concept that letting you mind out to play can actually lead to greater creativity and insight. In a world that seems to demand hyper focus, it's intriguing. Go to Amazon

Good techniques This was pretty fun. Pillay talks about how to focus, which is something that a lot of us struggle with, especially with so many distractions and pressures from the world around us. He has a four-prong approach to "unlocking the power of the unfocused mind" (this would be awesome, right?). First, he encourages tinkering. Just playing around with something in an effort to jog thoughts loose. Next, dabble. Try something new. Dip your toe in. Then doodle to unlock the other parts of your brain. All in all, it's about trying different techniques and thinking about things in different ways. Pretty good. Gave me some ideas. Not sure if it unlocked my mind's "power", but there were definitely some good techniques. Go to Amazon

Useful, Accessible, and Relevant Science on How We Think Useful tome not easy to understand what the narrator says Good ideas, but a little hard to keep up. Great insight because of his experience in the field treat yourself This book is like a whetstone for an active Awesome! I am so happy with this cd brain rest and exercise

[char27martin]

How to Stop Yourself from Obsessing Over Duplicating Writing Success

Especially after a success or two, I see that sometimes I try too hard while writing. Elated at that recent byline—or whatever it may be—and beginning to believe I really am a writer, I seek to duplicate glory.

This guest post is by Noelle Sterne. Author, editor, writing coach, workshop leader, and spiritual counselor, Sterne has published more than 400 writing craft articles, spiritual pieces, essays, and short stories. Publications include Author Magazine, Chicken Soup for the Soul, Children’s Book Insider, Coffeehouse For Writers, Funds for Writers, InnerSelf, New Age Journal, Sasee, Story Monsters Ink, Unity Magazine, Writer’s Journal, The Writer, and Writer’s Digest. Academic editor and coach, with a Ph.D. from Columbia University, she helps doctoral students wrestling with their dissertations and publishes articles in several blogs for dissertation writers. Her book Trust Your Life: Forgive Yourself and Go After Your Dreams (Unity Books) contains examples from her practice, writing, and other aspects of life to help readers release regrets, relabel their past, and reach lifelong yearnings. Her book Challenges in Writing Your Dissertation: Coping With the Emotional, Interpersonal, and Spiritual Struggles (Rowman & Littlefield Education, 2015) further aids doctoral candidates to award of their degrees.

The signs are unmistakable, whether for a new piece, a revision of an older one, or one final look before submission. I giggle at the puns. I murmur self-approval at the turns of phrase. I hear readers’ gasps of delight at my ingenuity. Worst of all, a red warning flare shoots through my brain—Oh, oh, ego ascendant.

If I don’t pay attention to that flare, I know it heralds disaster: I’m trying too hard. The work cannot help reflect this over-conscious effort. The technique, wordplay, and resplendent diction I so admire somehow overpowers whatever message I want to convey.

Overdoing

Poet, novelist, and professor Stephen Taylor Goldsberry in The Writer’s Book of Wisdom: 101 Rules for Mastering Your Craft warns us, “Try not to overdo it. … Beware of contrived lyrical embellishment and fluffy metaphors.” I would add to beware of too eloquent, balanced rhetoric; repetition for effect; overly ripe similes; too-intricate expositions; and too-pithy observations.

More cautions: In Dare to Be a Great Writer (how’s that for a challenging, uplifting title?), novelist, editor, and writing teacher Leonard Bishop observes that all of us know with undeniable certainty that we possess “a talent capable of lyrical flights, able to use prose in a style so grand that [we] can make great poets seem like senile doodlers.” Bishop (using the generalized masculine pronoun) hurries to dispel any approval of this observation: “As he becomes more professional, he works to control this vanity.”

After I devoured Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love, I read a transcript of an interview with her. Working on her next book, she said, she produced 500 pages trying to imitate her bestseller. Her style was similarly breezy, flippant, and pseudo-deep. Gilbert finally realized what she was doing; she knew she had to junk the whole new draft. Then, no longer trying to duplicate the earlier success, she wrote a completely different and honest book, Committed. And Committed was successful in its own right.

[72 of the Best Quotes About Writing]

Trying Trying

Like Gilbert in her post-E-P-L foray, when we try—even with all our might—we end up failing or at least falling short. I think of a friend’s story about his father, who came from Italy, settled in New Jersey, and founded an automotive products store.

As a twelve-year-old, my friend helped his father after school in the store. One day, his father instructed him to unpack a shipment of tires and stack them in a certain corner for maximum display. The boy answered, “I’ll try.”

In his limited but effective English, his father bellowed, “No try! You do!” My friend did. And never forgot the lesson.

Do … Or Don’t

Our writing lesson? We shouldn’t try. We do, or don’t. Maybe it means not writing at all for a while, walking away, or actually shelving the project. Or writing a lot of nonsense first, accompanied by that horrid, hollow feeling that we know it’s trash.

Or incessantly using the slash/option method. This is one of my favorites/best practices/most helpful methods/greatest techniques for skirting stuckness and continuing to slog. Or going back countless times to excise, refine, replace, restructure, or even—like Gilbert—pitch it all out and start again.

Trying means we’re writing too self-consciously, usually to impress or force. In contrast, doing, like my friend’s immigrant father knew, means total immersion. However many drafts we need, however many flailings in the creative mud we dare, our success rests not in trying—but in doing.

[Finding the Right Writing Inspiration for Your Life]

Talk to Yourself

When you suspect you’re trying too hard or you’re tempted to do so, remind yourself of a few things, like I must (more often than I like to admit). Stop trying to be clever and knowing. Stop trying to beat out your writing colleagues. Stop trying to show off your wit and dazzle everyone. Stop trying to replicate your just-success.

Tell yourself you’re not talking to them. We know who: the friends and family we so ardently want to show we’re not wasting our time; the editors who dangle acceptance, publication, and even a small check; the agents whom we envision stumbling on this piece and rushing to call or email us with an offer of representation and suggestion to make this essay into a book they will sell at auction to the most powerful mega-publisher; the endorsers who will exalt us; the critics who will worship us; the moguls who will magically make our words flesh in the great film; the fleets of tweeters and repeaters who will blast our dazzling new name through the galaxies …

Go Apart

All that trying for all those external outcomes cuts off your talent and expressive truth and especially your honesty as a writer.

Instead, go apart, mentally and physically. Take deep breaths, meditate, stretch, swim, sleep.

Talk only to yourself. As you shut out all that trying, paradoxically, when you go inside, those outside accolades will come more easily. And always paradoxically, as you shut out all of them and go deeper alone, you will reach the reader who is the mirror of you.

I’m reminded of this truth by Bill Kenower, the wonderful writer and editor of Author Magazine: “The quickest route to another person’s heart is through my own. The deeper into my own experiences I dive, the further I go beneath the surface of time and place and circumstance, the more I am able to find those currents flowing endlessly from soul to soul to soul.”

Going deeper—dare I say communing—is not at all indulgent. It is why you are here. You will reach your Self, the Self who knows what you really want to write and what gives you the greatest satisfaction. You will reach the Self who knows why you’re here, blessed/cursed with this drive and talent, and who will direct you to flow it out. Believe it. Allow it. Receive it all.

Trust yourself. Trust that mysterious and wholly reliable Voice inside that gives you every answer every time you ask, unencumbered, What do I do next?

Turn away from trying, relax your forced and fevered labor. Listen to your Creative Soul and just write.

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Tinker, Dabble, Doodle, and Try each day to unlock the power of your creative mind. At the end of his self-help book about unlocking the power of the unfocused mind, Dr. Srini Pillay says: “Tinker, Dabble, Doodle, Try is not meant to be a book; it is meant to herald a new an invigorated movement.” Dr. Pillay wants us to find our true selves; that is, “To be nobody but ourselves in a world that is night and day trying to make us just like everybody else. (and as EE Cummings continues) This is the hardest fight any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.” Throughout his book Dr. Pillay gives us the tools we will need to fully access the power of our minds to become our unique and creative selves. Go to Amazon

Tickle Your Imagination Dr. Pillay is creative writer who writes in a way that reading his words unlocks the power of your imagination.He Go to Amazon

MUST Read Srini Pillay has motivational and informational content packed into this book. Have already passed this along to several friends Go to Amazon

Not worth reading. As a tinkerer, doodler, and definitely a person willing to try things; I expected and wanted to love this book. Sadly it was both far from enjoyable or useful to me. While some of the advice makes sense (unfocus to see the big picture), it is also obvious. The book is an odd mix of biographical stories (Steve Jobs, Jeff Bezos, etc.) intended to be inspirational, psychology and science, and pseudo-science such as claims that we all share a common mind ? (really). I wouldn't go as far as saying that I hated it, because there are some useful ideas, but it is far from inspirational. Go to Amazon

Taking the blinders off of your mind Tinker Dabble Doodle Try: Unlock the Power of the Unfocused Mind by Srini Pillay MD is a wonderful book that provides scientific support for the concept that letting you mind out to play can actually lead to greater creativity and insight. In a world that seems to demand hyper focus, it's intriguing. Go to Amazon

Good techniques This was pretty fun. Pillay talks about how to focus, which is something that a lot of us struggle with, especially with so many distractions and pressures from the world around us. He has a four-prong approach to "unlocking the power of the unfocused mind" (this would be awesome, right?). First, he encourages tinkering. Just playing around with something in an effort to jog thoughts loose. Next, dabble. Try something new. Dip your toe in. Then doodle to unlock the other parts of your brain. All in all, it's about trying different techniques and thinking about things in different ways. Pretty good. Gave me some ideas. Not sure if it unlocked my mind's "power", but there were definitely some good techniques. Go to Amazon

Useful, Accessible, and Relevant Science on How We Think Useful tome not easy to understand what the narrator says Good ideas, but a little hard to keep up. Great insight because of his experience in the field treat yourself This book is like a whetstone for an active Awesome! I am so happy with this cd brain rest and exercise