I write to call myself a writer and be called a writer, because that means more to me than words could ever convey.
Why I Write
A FEW THOUGHTS ON WRITING FROM A FEW POINTLESS OVERTHINKERS
Billy Osogo Pointless Overthinking's byline is: Understanding ourselves and the world we live in. Such an apt encapsulation of my experience here so far. One of the things I enjoy the most from being part of the Pointless Overthinking tribe is the richness of wisdom that manifests itself in our comment sections. It's mind blowing!... Continue Reading →
The Nothingness of Writing
Billy Osogo Writing is a beautiful and intriguing undertaking. Like most things in life, it makes certain demands of its practitioners. These include monk-like dedication, soldier-like loyalty and child-like curiosity. Ideas are the fuel on which this art runs on. They are as diverse as the billions of writers on this planet. In my experience,... Continue Reading →
WRITING SPRINGS
Billy Osogo I ponder endlessly on writing. As an art, there's so much to it that even those we look up to as its masters seem to be just scratching the surface. I recently came across an excerpt by Kenyan writer Bivanyanga Wainana. In his book, One Day I Will Write About this Place he... Continue Reading →
Should you force yourself to write? A discussion.
Happy Sunday, folks, or Monday already depending on where and when you're reading this. I know a lot of us in this community are also writers, so I thought I'd share a quote that resonated with me this week:"We may think that the book we will write will be bad. Even worse will be the... Continue Reading →
How To Unlock Your Creative Genius
I was watching an interview with John Cleese recently and he said something that got me thinking. When asked about his creative process he said, “You cannot bully the subconscious. It simply doesn’t work.” He went on to say that his best work always happened spontaneously. He still had a process of course, it’s just... Continue Reading →
SnapDragon Speaks: On The Painted Wall.
We’ve lived in this house for eight years. We’ve watched its carpets collect happy dirt. We’ve watched its windows slowly adapt to each passing season. We’ve remodeled; hosted parties; built a container garden on the deck. We’ve relocated litter boxes; hung up photos of our families and bizarre expressionist paintings; we’ve scattered scented candles. We’ve... Continue Reading →
ON LIVING AS A CREATIVE
Billy Osogo I love creating art as much I love consuming it. There’s something surreal about participating in the process of creation. To see the end product come from almost nothing. A blank page. A blank canvass. Plain clay. A blank sheet of music. Tabula rasa. Here are a few good words to help in... Continue Reading →
SnapDragon Speaks: On Pausing.
Accidental Beauty, 2021. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo. Take this moment. Just for you. Your body. Your mind. Your purpose. Breathe it in. Then let it out. You are beautiful. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and donut enthusiast. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for all kinds of goodness, yo.
Question of the Day: No. 525
By E.L. Jayne | What heals your heart?
SnapDragon Speaks: On The Gentle Spirit.
A Slice of Heaven, 2021. North Carolina, USA. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo. Inside this chest pounds a heart so steady. Inside this head lives a brain so alive. And somewhere in between rests a spirit so gentle, even the tiniest of scratches leaves a scar. . . . How would... Continue Reading →
SnapDragon Speaks: On The Same Side.
Popsicle Breath, 2021. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo. I fondly remember the days of grammar-school playgrounds; of brown-bagged lunches; of field trips to museums, caverns, and coal mines. I remember the sense of belonging within those classroom walls. There was a constance amongst us kids: a comradery that strengthened with... Continue Reading →
Question of the Day – No. 514
In the spirit of Easter, let’s talk about forgiveness—forgiveness with the most important relationship you can have. How difficult do you find it to forgive yourself? . . E. L. Jayne’s blog can be found here.
ON WRITING
Billy Osogo The Covid-19 pandemic has greatly changed life as we knew it heretofore. With severe restrictions on movement imposed by most governments, there's only so much one can do. Part of what I have had more time to do during this pandemic is to read widely. There's something exclusively inimitable about the written word.... Continue Reading →
Question of the Day – No. 512
"If you ask a thousand people if they want to be rich, every one except the poet and the mystic will say yes." -BR If someone asked you if you wanted to be rich, with all the conveniences and consequences considered, would you say yes or no? . . As a self-proclaimed poet, I'd also... Continue Reading →
How to Love the Unrecognizable Part of Yourself
"When you accept yourself, the whole world accepts you." Easier said than done, right? To love yourself at the current moment is complex enough, but what about who you used to be? What about the parts of yourself you aren't proud of? What about the tedious pieces which still need tending to? To truly love... Continue Reading →
To Love or To Not Love?
By E.L. Jayne Would you rather have loved and lost or never have loved at all?
SnapDragon Speaks: On The Dark.
Original Painting by SnapDragon X. Acrylic on Canvas. 2017. I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.) (pulls the blanket up to... Continue Reading →
Knowing Laughter
Provided by Billy Osogo | Dr Brené Brown, in her insightful book, I Thought It Was Just Me, writes about “knowing laughter.” She defines it as “laughter that results from recognizing the universality of our shared experiences, both positive and negative.”
How To Cope With the Monotony of Life
*BEEP* your alarm clocks goes off for the umpteenth time of quarantine. The past and present fade together as the days play an infinite loop. In January I posted an article here called How To Love the Repetition of Life. Little did I know that quarantine and a global lockdown that would last for months... Continue Reading →
