Creative Writing Week 3

I am just supposed to sit here and type.  Type without proofing or "thinking" to deeply about what I am writing.  I hear fireworks in the distance.  The fan brushes is cool breath across my knees as it rotates back and forth in front of me.  I am blessed to be able to use my eyes and not be blind.  Being blind would be the worst, even more so if it happened now after having a life full of sight.  The sunset tonight was full of cotton candy waves of color bursting its brushstrokes across a humid July sky.  Bang, bang, bang...all that money that goes up in smoke with fireworks, so worth it to honor all those who have served this country and our freedoms.  I believe I could fly, if I had winds I would fly to the top of a peak and look out over the valley and spread my wings and glide down to the bottom.

Press Release Homework Week 3

American Diabetes Event Press Release

Walk for Diabetes Press Release

October 16th, 2013

To raise money and awareness for diabetes research.  Please sign up a team at www. ada.org  Registration ends Oct. 12th.

Contact
Mike Curtis
269-804-2546
mjcurtis13@gmail.com

This event is free to the public and all are invited to join in by forming a team or being an individual walker.
Please contact me with any questions!

Week 2 Homework

Where do you seek inspiration in your daily life? How can you apply that inspiration to your writing? Does your inspiration guide your writing style? Does your writing style block your inspiration?

I draw inspiration from nature.  I wake up every day and go outside and feed my chickens and ducks.  

I can apply inspiration to my writing by writing from a place that inspires me.  Yes, my inspiration/intuition divinely guides my writing.  No, I do not feel any blocks in my inspiration due to the way that I choose to write.  I write from the soul, I write with the knowledge I have learned and I write to express myself to this world.  

The Quilt - Week One Assignment Creative Writing

The Quilt

The quilt lays on my bed every night.  The quilt comes from pieces of my old clothes.  My mother created the quilt for me by saving certain items of mine over the years.  It even has jeans as squares in the quilt.

I am the quilt the quilt made by a mother's love.  I was made of his history of items he use to wear.  He wore this blue stripped square in middle school it was part of his ball jersey.  I love being made from years of memories by the hands of the mother who watched those memories being created.  I was created over a lifetime but stitched together almost 17 years ago now.  I have covered my owner from cold nights I kept him warm, days when he didn't feel good I brought him comfort, I have felt him snuggle with his lover and his children.  I am old but I am a wise and loved quilt unlike that fancy matching comforter set he bought to "match" his room.  For a few nights I was tucked away, folded up and laid upon a high shelf in the closet.  It was unfair, I had given so much love, warmth and comfort.  What memories had that bed spread had to share?  None!  I was resentful as I saw my owner turn down the bed spread for the nights, watching him lay his head down and snuggle into this manufactured cold bed spread killed me.
Then it happened!  I was sulking up on that high shelf, tucked away in the closet when I felt the warmth of his hand pulling at me.  He moved me from my isolation and folded me into quarters and laid me at the foot of the bed upon this fresh new bed spread that had replaced me.  As I lay on the fresh spread, I came to realize that I was loved when I was new too and that I am special, one of a kind, can't replace me.  I am his memories and I am tattered and torn but I still love it when he grabs me from the end of the bed and snuggles with me and I get to keep him warm.

Personal Bio

Michael Curtis certified Life Coach and Hypnotherapist.  Michael has been practicing for just a year now.  Michael continues to educate himself on other areas of Holisitc Health in order to better serve his clients needs.