My Writing 8/15/2015

Illegible is the term used to describe writing that is difficult to read. Hearing that word so often In my childhood–I practically knew the spelling, long before I could write it clearly.
As I recall, my handwriting during those elementary school days was indeed horrible. Most of my classmates made fun of me saying “This is the English Composition class, not Arts and Craft.” Other mockingly said, “The boy is Chinese.” Nothing on those pages identified with the letters of the alphabet.

The #2-pencil marks on the white, double lined pages of my copy-book were my best efforts. Though, it could have easily been compared to abstract art–something is being said, but the logic is obscure. I honestly believe the Curator of the national museum would have classified my writing, as original artifacts from an ancient civilization. A highlighted sticky note attached would say—unknown language, yet to be translated.

But with all certainty, I confess—I wrote whatever was on the page. Undoubtedly, it was the language of our British Colony–English. (I was born and raised in Trinidad–an Island in the Caribbean). The scribbled scratches, the overly gratuitous capitalization, and most distinctively the several blistered, round holes in the page, caused by an over-used coarse eraser moistened with spit. I quickly touched my tongue with the grey and white, two-inches-long rubber-like material and in aggressive circular motions—I desperately tried to remove the misplaced letters–only to compound the ambiguity, of my initial endeavor.

Anyone attempting to translate the enigmatic mixture would quickly stumble over these taller letters in the middle of the word. Without pattern or sequence, capital letters appeared like alphabet gone wild. My teachers, who of course were never prepared to peruse the rubble, or do any excavation–to determine what was attempted–often gave up in utter frustration. “What in the world is this mess?” They all asked in disgust.

Neither of my teachers, our family doctor, nor my parents could determine the cause, or put a handle on this rare condition. What’s even worse—they could not find a suitable remedy for my complaint. (Note: I was not the one complaining.)
However, I personally named this perplexing condition, “dys-letter-Xia.” (A mild mutation of the host.) This amorphous condition affects one in seven billion people in the world. The helpless victim suffers from an irresistible tendency to randomly insert capital letters in “eVeRy WOrd.”
However, I was not mentally challenged; neither did I display any visible signs of muscular or skeletal deformities.
Miss Huggins, the school nurse, said’ “The child’s cognitive skills appear to be normal and are consistent with the average male in his age group.”

Moreover, all my scribbled scratches closely resembled the syntax of an over-worked, ready to retire stenographer– desperately trying to maintain a steady hand after an extended weekend with her spirited companion–Vodka.
Therefore, all my class assignments, including homework were graded “F”-failed. Almost every line of my “Weak attempt at composition” as Ms. Pablo, my English teacher lamented, was an aggressively passive sentence. The past tense was confused with the present and my point of view… well, there was no point in view.
My adverbs provoked my teachers to ask: how, when, where, and OMG! Why?
Adjectives mystified rather than described.
Commas were misplaced everywhere like a toddlers’ playroom.
Colons, took the place of semi-colons, causing diarrhea-like conditions with no stops, except at the end of my so-called messy essay.
NOUNS wore caps. On every letter.
Pronouns he, she, it, they and them, played the role of conjunctions.
The overworked conjunction “but” began almost every sentence.
But, I tried–God knows I did my best.

It was not until my third year in high school; the Math-Teacher came to the rescue. Ms. Sooklalsingh bought penmanship books for the entire class. (Apparently, I was not the only one with writing issues.) Consequently, after two weeks of rigorous practice, one exercise after another, my writing dramatically improved– much to the delight of all my instructors. For the first time, I began seeing complimentary A’s and smiley faces on my assignments. Finally, I am learning to write so that others can read.

Now, here am I, after almost 15 years in Accounting, and 22 years as a self-employed Home Remodeling Contractor…I’m changing careers again. I want to become a writer. I’ve always loved writing. Others can now read what I write. I am the proud owner of a Dell desktop, equipped with Windows 10 and Office 360, Word Excel. I’m typing at least 20 words per minute when I’m not editing as I write.
I have been writing articles, short stories, sermons, and the occasional news release for the past 30 years off and on. I enjoy writing. I will continue to write. One day I will be a great writer.
However, on completing my last assignment with Writers Digest University, I’m desperately in need of a Pepcid-A-C for my In-Digest-ion. I am still gulping… totally uncomfortable, struggling almost to despair in a desperate attempt to craft a personal essay.
My instructor said I’m doing well in expressing my opinions. But. I need to explore the topic, taking the readers on a journey of interesting facts and information about my subject– this she emphasized is the essence of essay writing.
So, as I assay to follow her advice on crafting the personal essay–without ranting or preaching as she critiqued–but taking the reader on an adventure–exploring the subject. I’m determined to work harder, pressing toward the mark of excellence. “I will write and re-write until I write it right.”

But, what my instructor doesn’t know, is that I’m a Bible-toting, foot-stomping, hallelujah-shouting, tongue-talking– Born-Again-Preacher. This, I have done all my life, multi-tasking along the way. Yes, I love to tell “The Good-Ole-Gospel Story.” I love to tell of Jesus–his death on Calvary, his burial in a borrowed tomb and, his glorious resurrection on Sunday morning. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Stomp! Stomp!
Therefore, in my every attempt at a personal essay or short story–I cannot help but, frequent the crystal-clear waters of my theological persuasion. There, I baptize my writing in Biblical quotations with awe-inspiring, Christological references–such that, my essays are tainted by sermons.

Nevertheless, I will continue to study these timeless classics: The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr. and E. B. White. Word Magic for Writers by Cindy Rogers, and Crafting the Personal Essay by Dinty W. Moore. I have yet to purchase, The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation by Jane Straus. I will also continue to take advantage of those free online grammar courses by “The Owl” at Purdue University and English Grammar and Composition Lessons by Richard Nordquist.
Until I apprehend that for which I am apprehended off. I will continue the pursuit–reading for hours each day, then writing late into the midnight hours. I will follow the instructions in my “Daily Writing Tips” thus “I will aspire to leave ‘that’ out.”(But, if I leave that out how do I say–that. I guess I can’t say–that)

I don’t want to write like anyone else. Why should I copy or become the duplicate of another? I just want to be me. My voice, my style–I’ve got something to say, and I will declare it, simply and succinctly. “I’m going to write for the reader” as under oath in a courtroom. I count it an honor and more-so a responsibility to testify in writing to every man, every woman and all in between–“So help me God.”
It is written, “In the beginning, God said” (Genesis 1:3). Whatever he said came to pass. We read the historical accounts in chronological volumes of the Holy Bible. Likewise, I’ll continue to write.

In conclusion–as I read, I write.
As I write, I’m learning not to edit.
When I edit, I do so with the mindset of the several editors I have encountered in my career. Books I have read; online courses I have taken. Instructions I’ve received from so many sources in my eager quest to become a writer.
A picker I am, but an author I’ll be,
A blank page or mental block will not stop me.
I love to write, for me its therapy
Almost anything inspires me.
I can write about time and years
Animals: Lions, tigers, and bears
Books and schools, machines and tools
Husbands and wives, the days of our lives
Money and sex, why people love to text
Cream and Coffee,
Milk and sugar, you name it
Just give me a minute
Let me research the topic
And I’ll write about it.
I may not always get it right
but be sure, I’m going to write.
One day my story carved out of the mountains and valleys of my life’s experiences will be the number one New York best seller.
I am a writer.


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To talk about time is a passion of mine.
I’ll like to share.
Do you have the time?
This may be long, so hang -on.
I promise you an adventure you’ll never forget,
It will be time well spent; you wouldn’t regret.

The Beginning of Time

In the beginning, God Created the heaven and the Earth. God said, let there be light, and light appeared. God separated the light from the darkness. He called the light Day and the darkness he called Night.
The eternal God then declared by a Unanimous decision, “The evening and the morning were the first Day.” Thus, God established time.
How long was this day? We don’t know. However, scientist has suggested it could have been one thousand years– for the Bible says, “…one day is with the Lord as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day.”
Furthermore, on the fourth day of creation, God made two great lights—the greater light to rule by day (Sun), and the lesser light to rule by night (Moon).
Jesus said, “…work while it’s day, for the night cometh when no man can work.” John 9:4.
If you’re not already at work, (doing what the master assigned)–you’re late.

The Past- Present and Future

We should learn from our past. But sadly, we make the same stupid mistakes over and over again. “That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history are the most important lesson of history.” (Aldous Huxley).

Winston Churchill said, “Forgetting our history we are doomed to repeat it.”
Furthermore, it is said, insanity is doing the same thing, yet expecting different results
So many are trapped by their past—living in the shadows of what was.
Jesus came to set the captive free.
Forgiveness is the master key, which unlocks the gates of our past and opens a highway to the future.
When teaching his disciples to pray, Jesus instructed them to say “…Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. …… For if we do not forgive others neither will our heavenly father forgive us.” Matthew 6:14,15.

We must learn to forgive and be forgiven.

We cannot go back in time to undo what has been done. Whatever happened, we must confess our sins, forgive ourselves, get over it and move on. If repentance involves restitution, then face the consequences. “The only way to “Face the music is to face the music.” (Remember the “rapper” G-dep).

Stop the pretense, you can hide from others, but you cannot escape your conscience. That uneasy, miserable feeling you ‘ve been wrestling with—it’s called guilt, and it will not go-away until you confess. To procrastinate only delays the inevitable.

By all means, put the past behind you, and never let your past, suffocate your present and hinder you from a bright and successful future
No! It’s never too late to begin again. So, get up, wash up, dress up, pull your pants up and stand up and step out, take a deep breath and smile again. Yes, “Take those broken wings and learn to fly again.”

Make changes where you must, but by the grace of God, go, grow and glow.
It’s one thing to get out of Egypt, but it’s another thing to get Egypt out. In other words, stop living in the past. We cannot go forward while looking backward. Egypt may have had some good times, but that was then, this is now.
Yesterday is past, and we may never see tomorrow. For, all we will ever have is now. ‘’Today is God’s gift to us, what you do with it is our gift to Him.’’ Since this is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
There is no time like the present.

The Use of Time

You are either: Spending time–wisely
Wasting time–foolishly
Doing time–regrettably
Redeeming time–spiritually

Wisely: Since you’ve got time–use it wisely: for when it’s gone, it’s gone. “You cannot save time in a bottle.” (Jim Croce 1973).
Right now, you are in fact spending time wisely, reading this article.
The greatest expression of love is time. Therefore, invest time in relationships with family and friends; create lasting memories.
Be on time: To church, to work, to school, or for whatever the appointment. Punctuality is a virtuous achievement.
Now is the time to serve the Lord. The Bible says,’ “seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call upon him while he is near.” Isaiah 55:6.
Quiet Time with God, should be our number one priority. Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things will be added to you. (Matthew 6:33).
Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10.
Don’t waste your time, my time or anyone else’s. “If you must waste time do it on your own time.” (That’s what the boss said at orientation, for my first job.)
Don’t just stand there–do something.
Don’t Sweat the small stuff
“Don’t cry over spilled milk.”

Regrettably: “Bad Boys, Bad girls,” what you “gonna” do when they come for you.”
If you did the crime, then by law you may do time, 5 to 10, 10 to 15 or 20 to life.
When you could have been at Penn. State, you must now tenure at the State Penn. But, while you’re there, take the time to think about your. (a)Past:  what happened, why it happened ? and how could you avoid it recurring.
b. Present: What are you going to do for the duration of your time.
c. Future. Where do you go from here?

Spiritually. “See then that you walk circumspectly not as fools, but as wise. Redeeming the times because the days are evil. Wherefore be you not unwise but understanding what the will of the Lord is. Ephesians 5:15-17.
Also in Colossians 4:5 the Bible says Walk in wisdom, towards them that are without redeeming the time.
The two verses above are telling us that we must take advantage of every opportunity we have, to do the will of Our father. For, “Only what we do for Christ will last. “

A Time for Everything. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Time is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. and years.

To every- thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8).

You cannot afford to get stuck in time; seasons come and seasons go. It would be foolish to be walking around with shorts during winter when it’s 5 degrees outside, or be found wearing a mink coat on a ninety-degree summer day,
While change isn’t always comfortable, it’s necessary. The Apostle Paul wrote, “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man I put away childish things.” 1 Corinthians 13:11

The Days’ of our Lives
The days of our years are threescore and ten, and by reason of strength they can be fourscore years. So teach us to number our days that we apply our hearts unto wisdom.” (Psalm 90:10,12.)

It’s About Time
Quit the procrastination. Time waits for no one. All we will ever have is now–today. Time is moving with swift transition. We must keep up with time or be l]left behind. When it’s time – it’s time.
It’s about time you:
Put of sin and darkness and walk in the light.
Make up your mind.
Get a Job.
Get an apartment,
Settle down and get married.
It’s about time you pass that test and graduate.
Quit acting the fool and get serious about life.
It’s about time you pay that bill.
Make that call.
Finish that job you started.
You get a Phone, and a Car.
It’s about time you get a life.


What Time Is It?
The children of Issachar which were men that had understanding of the times to know what Israel ought to do. (1 Chronicles 12:32). Too many live their lives aimlessly and without purpose. If you don’t know the time you can easily miss your appointment or your season.


The End of Time.

Tell us , …what shall be the sign of thy coming and of the end of the world? Matthew 24: 2-41.

Watch therefore for you know not what hour the Lord will come. Therefore be ye also ready for in such an hour as ye think not the son of man cometh. Verse42,43.

Furthermore, it’s appointed unto man once to die but after death the judgment. .No one gets to bargain or negotiates with death.
Are you ready?