A L Rojo's Blog
July 17, 2023
Nature as inspiration
I find that the older I get and the more I accept what makes me 'me' the more I realise that energy influences my mind-space.
Nature plays a big part in my ability to follow the avenues and trails into my daydreams. While it is hard to find the time to get out and about with children, work and keeping everything afloat- when I do get a chance to step out in nature and just--look around and breath, I find inspiration. I find my daydreams are louder and I love it.
Nature plays a big part in my ability to follow the avenues and trails into my daydreams. While it is hard to find the time to get out and about with children, work and keeping everything afloat- when I do get a chance to step out in nature and just--look around and breath, I find inspiration. I find my daydreams are louder and I love it.
June 19, 2023
Daydreamer
I am a daydreamer.
These four words have always been hard for me to admit. I am a daydreamer shouldn’t be hard to say. But growing up sitting in a classroom of thirty plus other children and finding my focus slipping into these worlds in my mind and then being shouted back into reality by the firm yell of my name by the teacher had an impact. ‘Not present’, ‘easily distracted’ and ‘needs to focus more’, was what I read on reports during my entire education.
I thought daydreaming was a sign of my inability to focus or be present. Or, when I was in my teens, a way of escaping a world I didn’t really know how to live in because social rules confused me.
But as an adult, I have discovered the amazing power of daydreaming. Giving myself permission to stop, and let my mind be present in the worlds and characters that speak to me, has opened my life to endless possibilities.
I am not distracted.
I do not lack focus.
What I didn’t have was the knowledge of what was happening within my own mind or the confidence to voice it without fearing that I sounded like I was ‘strange’ or ‘weird’. My worlds and characters are real. Once I sat down with a pen in my hand, a notebook opened, my laptop to my right, and my headphones blaring music that distracted the ‘logical’ paths in my brain, I discovered who I truly was. I am writer of stories. I am an author of fantasy and romance. I no longer find I hesitate to admit that I am a proud daydreamer because that is what I am. Without the ability to drift in the in-between and follow the paths that are created in my mind. Or watch the scenes of love or heartache play out in the deepest part of my imagination, I wouldn’t have written my first novel. I would never have pursued my passion and that is the biggest problem here. Not that I have the gift of daydreaming but that I could have lived my life not being true to who I am because I didn’t see it as a power. I viewed it as something that made me ‘other’ or ‘different’ or something that I shouldn’t be doing. We should be fostering the imagination of those children who sit quietly staring out the window, not trying to get them to behave like others. They are the future authors and story tellers. They are the artists that will brighten our world.
I am a daydreamer.
And I can’t wait to continue to give life to the stories that battle to be told in my mind.
The Heart of Farrowline
These four words have always been hard for me to admit. I am a daydreamer shouldn’t be hard to say. But growing up sitting in a classroom of thirty plus other children and finding my focus slipping into these worlds in my mind and then being shouted back into reality by the firm yell of my name by the teacher had an impact. ‘Not present’, ‘easily distracted’ and ‘needs to focus more’, was what I read on reports during my entire education.
I thought daydreaming was a sign of my inability to focus or be present. Or, when I was in my teens, a way of escaping a world I didn’t really know how to live in because social rules confused me.
But as an adult, I have discovered the amazing power of daydreaming. Giving myself permission to stop, and let my mind be present in the worlds and characters that speak to me, has opened my life to endless possibilities.
I am not distracted.
I do not lack focus.
What I didn’t have was the knowledge of what was happening within my own mind or the confidence to voice it without fearing that I sounded like I was ‘strange’ or ‘weird’. My worlds and characters are real. Once I sat down with a pen in my hand, a notebook opened, my laptop to my right, and my headphones blaring music that distracted the ‘logical’ paths in my brain, I discovered who I truly was. I am writer of stories. I am an author of fantasy and romance. I no longer find I hesitate to admit that I am a proud daydreamer because that is what I am. Without the ability to drift in the in-between and follow the paths that are created in my mind. Or watch the scenes of love or heartache play out in the deepest part of my imagination, I wouldn’t have written my first novel. I would never have pursued my passion and that is the biggest problem here. Not that I have the gift of daydreaming but that I could have lived my life not being true to who I am because I didn’t see it as a power. I viewed it as something that made me ‘other’ or ‘different’ or something that I shouldn’t be doing. We should be fostering the imagination of those children who sit quietly staring out the window, not trying to get them to behave like others. They are the future authors and story tellers. They are the artists that will brighten our world.
I am a daydreamer.
And I can’t wait to continue to give life to the stories that battle to be told in my mind.
The Heart of Farrowline
