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frēdəm\  the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.

 

Tuesday
Mar112014

When your computer hard drive fails spontaneously: Frustration or freedom? 

If you're like most people, you have a lot of your life—both personal and business—on your computer. From financial records to secret writing to documents for your work. Right? 

You probably have plenty of digital photos and videos, that although priceless in nature—especially of your babies—have always seemed safe on your computer. They have been transferred from computer to computer, as old computers have been replaced with newer ones, hard drives transferred intact.

priceless memories and data

You probably don't think much about losing all of that on a day-to-day basis. Do you?

If you've been doing this for years and have lost data before by stupid spacious moments (accidents) such as spilling a glass of wine onto the keyboard, or letting the computer get too hot and fry unknowingly, you probably know the pain and swore it would never happen to you again! 

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Thursday
Mar062014

Leave your readers with their own opinions

 

Learn from the clouds (image: http://joysilk.blogspot.com/2012/06/on-cloud-nine.html)

To know yet to think that one does not know is best;

Not to know yet to think that one knows will lead to difficulty.

~ Lao Tzu

Why do I love that Chinese philosophy quote so much? I've read it over and over and I have a different reaction each time, but each time I still smile. That's why.

You already know your message

From a content strategy angle, it leaves the reader (or writer) with his/her own opinions. We read from our own selves in others' words, nebulous in nature. Although foreign, the meanings are clear with personal messages and stories.

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Wednesday
Feb262014

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eighteen

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eighteen

Continuing on from all i am, known, part seventeen in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, sometimes I sit and wait, always watching, never veering from the inner smile that makes up my insides and only sometimes shows on my face.

...a shield strong as stone

Watch time stand still with me. Ok? Help me to quietly become one with the search for what is luring me. 

you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
the answers touching you

© r.e.l. 11/26/10 different forms, as treasures

With a shield strong as stone, pushing you away in all directions, I know that you hear what to do next. You are everything, different forms, mostly treasures. You help me become the mystery. You help me let go.

[Next in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series]

 

© 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

submitted to The Poetic Bond IIII  7/12/14

Tuesday
Feb182014

Feeling broken: Do you ever wonder how you'll make it through the day?

 

you were broken but now filled, more beautiful.

How will you do it?

Feeling broken? Too much chaos? Too many obligations that stifle who you are? Do you ever wonder how you'll make it through the day? 

Embrace mystery around you

Before you close your eyes at night, whether success or failure defines the little things in your day, give yourself a break. Just living your life is the way through.

Smile as you judge your productivity through the eyes of someone else.

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Wednesday
Feb122014

When ideas melt into words: Creative copywriting that inspires - freelance writer, poet, digital marketing

 

robin ellen lucas, a writer with a heart

Which words really matter? Creative to meticulous. The ones that, together in a phrase, have multiple meanings—double entendres—depending on how they are read.

I'm a freelance copywriter and a poet. I'm an online marketer and an editor. I'm a social media junkie and a web site blog developer. I'm a blogger and a journalist. I'm authentic, I'm a secret. At the heart of it all, I'm a writer.

At R.E.L. Copywriting words flow—creatively or not—and become marketing ad copy for businesses and individuals. Ideas come to me in seconds or in hours, on highways viewing nature or in a chair staring at a wall. 

Digital marketing endeavors need engaging content to keep viewers; they should be inquiring and investing.

Marketing campaigns, electronic newsletters, postcards and calendars all need inspiration through idiom and imagination. Blogs and social media need lively words to allow ads and stories to come alive.

word

\ˈwərd\  a single distinct conceptual unit of language, comprising inflected and variant forms.

It is through words that we can see to the soul of what we mean.

Contact me for your words. 

See my Behind the eyes of a writer™ series for previews to my upcoming book series.

 

© 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

Wednesday
Jan292014

A stairway to a train to the top: My destiny

stairway to the top (image: clint crawford https://instagram.com/mysticlightphotography/)

[Image source: Stairway to the top]

There is a stairway. I climbed it last night. In my dream. I knew these stairs led to the train to the top. I got to these stairs by a train moving effortlessly on a waterway. I wanted to call someone to explain how easy it was to travel across water.

Upon my insistence, there, up on this platform in the sky, enclosed within a fence with others who appeared to be clones of each other, clones of my aspiration, I was to wait. I knew I would wait, squatting down, arms wrapped around me for the train

Today, upon waking, I knew I needed a new view and new inspiration. Tired of staring at the same wall—although beautiful, offset by candles perfectly set and my favorite artwork—I am now lost. I am looking out the window more so than not to find my shapes that speak

But either my symbols of creativity are all asleep or I have exhausted them. My extraordinary words sit in a silent place waiting for me to find them. I moved my office around to stir up the dust, not only in my living room—along with a few new scratches on the wood floor—but to stir up whatever it is inside me that's stagnant.

to be cleansed & renewed

Now, in my new office, with a new view I know that if we were there then, we wouldn't be here now in this moment; this is my favorite moment. 

All I can think of is that I want to walk in the rain and not even know it's raining.

 

 © 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

Monday
Jan202014

Today I will write a manifesto: Writing my future with full clarity

 

image: Kirsten Honeyman pacifichorticulture.comI put it in my calender that today I will write a manifesto. I thought about this in yoga this morning. I started writing in my mind. Then—after coming home—I decided to go back to a second yoga class in a row in order to get psyched; it was Bikram yoga no less. It was a physical yoga manifesto. Now, back at home, I am writing this blog instead. I will probably do the dishes next.

My cat knows something is up. He has positioned himself in a new spot today by the heat vent near my desk. He is watching me. Cats are mind readers. They know things. He is watching me as if he sees the future floating above my head.

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Thursday
Jan022014

Don't pass by me: Who goes slowly goes healthy

 

wishes that come trueThere is a fine balance between shyness and true expression. As if in a bit of a conundrum, I go back and forth between befriending stillness and the gems inside me that open only when the darkness underneath is stirred to view what's lurking beneath.

The words of a song remind me,

I swear that I can feel you creeping underneath my skin. It feels like heaven to me sometimes.

There is a quality of light within the dark—a yin/yang. 

I can feel a side of me inside reaching out for expression, asking gently to not vaporize the energy of the expression into an emptiness. Don't pass me by, it asks. There is much to be learned in the dark that I so easily hide within the armor I've built like a child building a sand castle.

Sand is a good metaphor for this armor. It is made of rock, symbolizing strength. After many years of weather it can harden to an impenetrable substance, but if air continually moves through the tiny spaces between each grain, the wall can easily be knocked down. A simple symbolic hand can do the trick with one violent strike. Alternatively, I could douse it with my essence in a waterfall, or a slow drip to eat away at it slowly.

A soothing Italian proverb leads the way in my life now: 

Chi va piano va sano va lontano. (Who goes slowly, goes healthy and far.)


Take time with the precious gems that have been in the dark for a long time. Once they see the light, they do not acclimate immediately. They need time to adjust and evolve into their new form, with light shone upon them.

They can become like a dream that I’ve always imagined but could never reach. Not until now at least.

 

© 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

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