Different Color trees for different ideas


Every artist is different, right? And every artist knows that all of us from the pop singer to the Celtic poet we all share a similar core. With that core often comes writers block. 10 years ago I started as an actress, progressed to a filmmaker, and now I’m a writer. I’ve never had any creative blockage at all until I became an actual working writer. Since I’ve found that I am much more comfortable living in my mind. Hence I don’t like to travel at all, it makes me incredibly nervous. Unfortunately for me I’ve found that I’m at my creative peak when I leave my home and travel to other places.

My first major writers block came in 2007 when I was 15. To me it seemed my career was over because I had gone nearly 6 months without any new work. My parents decided to send me to L.A. since I would graduating my home schooling high school program that Spring to see if any stress would come off of my shoulders. They also thought that me seeing L.A. would help me decided if an acting and film career was still in the question. If I didn’t like L.A. it didn’t seem like an acting career would ever happen since L.A. is the film capital. I came back to Miami a week later not only did I enjoy L.A. but I came back inspired. After 5 miserable months I was able to start my work AND finish it.

The second major writers block came right after I graduated from film school. Between the stress in moving to L.A. and balancing a double internship I found myself starting projects that I didn’t finish. (One of my major rules is to always finish something that I start.) Sure enough driving from Florida to California had given me a fresh state of mind that I was able to get back to work on my projects. Something about seeing ‘the old west’ got my wheels turning.

Since then I’ve seen many beautiful sights from my own backyard to miles away. The secret rivers in Ocala, the flash of green at sunset in Miami, the peach grove in Georgia, the Indian writing in the caves of Alabama, the church in Indiana, the museum in Washington, the civil war grounds in Virginia, the colored trees in Maryland, the lifestyle of the Italians in New Jersey the list goes on and on. I hate traveling, yes. I get air sick, sea sick, and carsick because I’m out of my comfort zone. I’ve been to 17 states all at least 3 times and I refuse to leave the country. However if you’ve seen all the beautiful things that I’ve seen you’d understand why this is one of the many assets that has me living a wonderful and full life as a human being. If you’ve seen all the beautiful things that I’ve seen you’d understand why I never run out of new ideas for a new story.



The-power-of-letting-goGrowing up if I ever had the chance to hold a grudge I would. In the area that I was born and raised in was Coral Springs, FL a clean and modern city just outside of Miami next to Boca Raton. I love my hometown even driving through the basic streets can be inspirational but when it comes to the teenagers…well the girls are stubborn and the boys are even more stubborn. Even when I became a Christian at 15 I continued to hold grudges no matter how many years I had to hold on. It wasn’t until I ended one of the few relationships I had been in, in my 21 years of existence. My decision to end this long term relationship was hard but I couldn’t have anything distract me from starting my career in L.A., which was 3,000 miles away from him. Even though I wanted an amicable split he was mean, aggressive, and out of control. The man I called my best friend and my boyfriend who I had loved had turned into a monster. I was hurting but above all I was angry. My close friends were also going through break ups but they took their hate down an even more vicious path. I watched them rebound which seemed to be worse than a heartache. They were in such denial of their pain that nothing else matter to them except using these new men to make them forget their old loves. Their hate had taken them far…so far away from home in a world filled with strangers. I couldn’t watch let alonedo what they were doing. It was then that I decided to not hate and instead let go. When I used to hate I lost all creativity…it was sad. So right now for example I’ve had some of my closest friends turn on me over the weekend. I actually don’t know why because they won’t tell me. Maybe I did something and didn’t know it. I spent a day trying to think back if I had done anything or not. Finally I realized that the people who were hating me for what appears to be no apparent reason have hate elsewhere in their lives. Instead of angry text messages back and forth, or waiting with an empty stomach with an unknown response I simply ‘wish them the best’ and block their number until I feel that they have calmed down.

If you let go of a feather and t comes back to you then it was never meant to be let go. But if it flies away then it was never yours to begin with. Now you can either fight that theory and waste your energy. . .or you can move on and possibly find something even better. The choice is yours and yours alone.

For the creative mind, for the strong soul, and for the happy heart I hope you practice this. Image