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Become a Lucid Storyteller

Sometimes, what a story needs most is hidden from your view

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Lucid Timestamp: July 25, 2018

I am depressed. I tell myself that I shouldn’t be depressed. I want to sell myself on this because I have what most people would love. Yet I am depressed. I choose to look at why - and it’s because I am not doing everything I am meant to do here in this life. Except I...

Six Harmless Mind Tricks That Make Readers Love Your Writing

Do it. Please? There, I just gave you one of the mind tricks in the two sentences above. I just gave you another. Are they working? I just did it again. Fine. No more games. Because you’re here to unlock the writing secrets that compel reading spells. So without...

A Simple Next Step to Making Your Dream Come True

Wife agreed it would be “cute” if I got my daughter’s face tattooed onto my chest. Then she suggested it would look better on my shoulder. Before I could respond, the aforementioned fictitious tatt had been relocated to my right breast, but wife asked, "What would...

One Look is a Love Story

Wife whispered in my ear, “She's in love with him.” She sat front row and watched him without pause. No phone check-ins. No beverage drinking. Barely a blink. Minutes later, she remained seated as I approached, kneeled, and asked, “Do you know the performer?” “He’s my...

Game On: Watch Me Watch You

You love to have watchers. So you offer your best self through an adjusted lens, and say, “watch.” But not everybody watches - so you feel like NOBODY wants to watch. Yes, you like to watch others - but not nearly as much as you adore watching others watch you. So you...

How to Cast Memorable Characters

I think the garbage man wants me to say Hi to him. I met Johann the first time he emptied my waste bin. That’s when Johann told me he befriended a man who used to flip him off each week. And by befriended, one week, the man no longer flipped off Johann. Prior to that...

Breaking, But Not Broken

I think we’re breaking up. I texted sixteen times in nine days. Granted, these were rapid-fire-single-sentence messages. Ten sent on the first day. Another six on the ninth. Of course, I’d waited 168 days to reply to his last text. I guess you can’t make up for six...

Greetings, Meet Your Assigned Meaning

I’ve played many roles in the story of my life.I’ve been the child who pooped his pants.I’ve been the teen caught for shoplifting.I’ve been the guy who moved for a girl.I’ve been the storyteller who wrote too little.I’ve been the adult who nearly pooped...

The History of Searching Domains

I do not know your history. You do not know mine. So let’s know more - beginning with this blog. It has sparked and misfired many times. Its first run domain name of livingdaydreams.com never saw a host. So I permitted the domain to die before it was reborn as...

Open Letter from Your Antagonist 2.0

(Click here to get future blog posts with video and audio @ YouTube)   To whom it should concern: I am the devil you need but do not want to exist. Do not dare challenge that. Why else would you write an entire story trying to stop me? Hell, I am lucky if I...

Scene: The Lady from Alone

The scream came from the woods. My posture formed a stronger stance, then I moved toward the disturbance. Two voices. They disagreed. The voices grew as the two came into view. She walked. He drove. She refused to enter the vehicle he drove. He drove repeating the...

What If Somebody Steals Your Story Idea?

I STOLE the MONEY. Five bucks here. Ten there. Twenty was rare. She never seemed to notice - so I kept making withdrawals. Until one day, she panicked. She swore she had more cash in her wallet, and she needed it. So she asked if one of us took it, but I kept my mouth...

The New Script to Reach Potential

 The sight, the sound, the suck, oh yuck.  Wife and I were driving to Yosemite when she finished a snack, licked her fingers, and wiped them onto her jeans. I asked if she wanted a napkin. “No,” she said. “You sure?” “Why?” she said. The sight. The sound. The suck. Oh...

I moved to a cabin in the woods…

(If you prefer to experience this blog post with video and audio, please click here)I moved to a cabin house in the woods.The third night here, lightning produced a spectrum of wonder. The same night, a firefly flew into frame.The next evening, a toad...

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