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A Journey of Focus Wednesday 26th January 2022

Thoughts spin around and around in my mind, but I often struggle to catch them in my literary net.  They escape, often unused or explode in mild bouts of unnecessary aggression and silliness.  

Like a pin for a grenade that cannot be found.  An explosive mess that needs to settle and focus.

Do I write first person or third? I can't always decide on that so lets try third person first for a while eh?

Ferris had a small room where he lived most of his life and it was full of lots of books that he enjoyed reading but that he never seemed to finish.  His mind would jump from reading to writing to the next idea that popped into his fog like brain.  His confusion, like that of most other people, stemmed from himself and yet he would always find a way to blame others for his state of mind.  The mere act of reading puzzled him too because he would settle down in his cosy, threadbare brown armchair with a book that he had chosen for himself, but before he could reach inspiration stage he would fall asleep as if his mind was that bustled it was constantly wearing him out.  No writing inspiration found.

Ferris wanted his reading to initiate his writing dream so he decided to take himself on a journey to see the Maharat, a well known but elusive seer who lived out in the Hinterlands of Lydia which is the land that we are about to visit now.  The treasure that Ferris sought was focus and energy for a worn out mind and it was proving to be harder to find than gold.

With his provisions packed into a small leather backpack he set off across Darvia by public coach until he reached the vast green forests of Lydia, a wild place with few settled areas that was perfect for a wise man to hide in.  Ferris didn't need a map for his instinct knew that he was in the right place as soon as he put his old walking boots down on the rocky and muddy terrain to take his first step on what was going to become a much longer journey.

Yeah, I'm ok in third person but I find that I repeat myself a lot due to poor concentration and often use too many unnecessary pronouns.  I need to stop a fluctuating mind that is full of many unfocussed thoughts.

I find that simple meditation and mild amounts of nice beer and my favourite tunes really help at times!

This is one of my personal blogs that I am going to try and start each day (if possible!) to practice and test myself out.

Thanks for reading.

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