On Courage

I was sorting through the files and folders of my laptop when I came across this question I asked the kids a few years ago. I remember saying and asking this out of the blue while we were discussing courage, then I typed down the lecture/question after class so I wouldn’t forget.

“When we were kids, we’d be the bravest people on the planet. We’d jump from the highest step in the staircase, climb the highest bars, swing from one branch to another; we were never afraid to get our hands dirty and discover. We were never afraid to tell what we feel. We were never afraid to believe– in Peter Pan, in Neverneverland, in Narnia, in magic. When we were kids, it was always so very easy to say the truth, and so very easy to say ‘I love you’, and ‘I hate you’. Then we grew up, and suddenly we start being scared. We develop all these phobias that were never really there when we were children: heights, darkness, water, elevators, enclosed spaces, bugs, and cockroaches… truth and love and commitment and honesty. We start to doubt, and question, and second-guess. We lose hope and faith. Why is it that when we grow older, instead of being braver, we become more afraid?”

And then a few months ago, I came across a(n) (e)book and saw this. I never got to share this with my kids:

“He’d never laid claim to being a brave man and he’d only got more cowardly with age. Strange thing, that — the fewer years you have to lose the more you fear the losing of ’em. Maybe a man just gets a stock of courage when he’s born, and wears it down with each scrape he gets into.”

The Heroes, Joe Abercrombie

I stopped reading after I saw that passage.

But only because I had other work to finish.

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On Courage was originally published on PROJECT: BEAUTIFUL WORDS

On Chasing Muses

I chose that title, if for no other reason than, ‘It sounds badass’.

Right now this post doesn’t mean crap, but someday, I’ll go back to this place and moment, and bop myself in the head for ever feeling like I can’t write another word to my novel.

I mean, SRSLY.

Mommy Im Bored by jinterwas

Even that monkey commiserates (BIG WORD).

When I was younger, I used to believe that the reason why I couldn’t write was because my Muse left me, or something as equally asinine as that. But then I grew up, and I committed myself to this book called Champions. And then I realized that writing has very little to do with Muses and inspiration, and lots to do with discipline and commitment.

Carlos Luiz Zafon, author of Angel’s Game and Shadow in the Wind once said, “Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table, your bottom on the chair, and you start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts. That’s inspiration.” 

None of those fleeting faeries and flights of fancy.

You just sit down and write.



On Chasing Muses was originally published on BECOMING CHAMPIONS