Right Brain: What do they want? {nods head in your
direction}
Left Brain: I’m going with posts that are less than 500
words. You know, the inspiring stuff. Not that I know much about any of that. I
only care if everything is spelled correctly.
RB: So by inspiring you mean encouraging messages?
LB: That’s your playground. I’m inside crunching numbers.
RB: There are days I’m fired up to write totally random
posts.
LB: Totally random. Not computing. Could you expound upon
that some?
RB: Sure, confessional. Like maybe how I cried so much last
summer many of the eyelashes above my left eye fell out. My mascara went on
wonky for months. Word on the street is that vulnerable is good.
LB: You sure you want to go that bare bones?
RB: No, but that’s what writers do. We tell the ugly truth.
We’re known for taking {hold your breath LB} uncalculated risks. We wear it on
our sleeves so much the fabric is but shreds.
LB: Why not just become an expert on something?
RB: Yeah, I’ve heard that’s the way to go. I’m currently
contemplating becoming an expert at being an expert. Or maybe I’ll be an
authority on rapidly changing back into what my mom used to call play clothes
(hear pajamas) after I return home. Under ten seconds flat.
LB: You are such a right brain.
RB: What’s that supposed to mean?
LB: Don’t you ever decompress?
RB: Now I’m not computing. Letting myself explode with
possibilities has nothing to do with not being able to relax. {mumbles how it
can believe it’s being accused of not being able to decompress by LB of all
brains}
LB: Really? Tell me the last time you stayed on one thought
for longer than a minute.
RB: Wait a second, I thought we were talking about them.
{motions toward you behind your smudged computer screen} How did this get
turned back on me?
LB: If you want to know how to bring it for them you need to
know what lights you up. They’ll only
feel your passion if you feel it.
RB: Hard to pin down. Hey, I think you’re reading this from
some Guide to Blogging book.
LB: No book. I have a lot of data mired in here. Try. Try to
pin it down.
RB: For starters, I believe books make the world go round. I’m
wired to empathize with women, and I’m constantly meeting characters that rub
familiar at first hello. I’m motivated by stirring others to turn certain
thoughts in their brains as they would a hologram in their hands. I’m crushed
by injustice, grateful for laughter, appreciative of relevancy, passionate
about mothering, and mystified and humbled in grace. I’m most myself in nature,
have an insatiable thirst for learning, and a stubborn will to follow hard
after my dreams.
I’m entirely broken and entirely healed—a complete
dichotomy. A science experiment. A comical and stupefying psychological study.
I’m a raging fire for Him as well as flickering candlelight, at times no larger than a thumbprint.
What lights me up? Thoughts that move. I’m radiant in those.
LB: Start there. At those beginnings.
RB: You know, for a Left Brain you can be mighty insightful
sometimes.
LB: Where would you be without me?
RB: Really? I’ll throw it back at you—where would you be without me?
LB: Crunching numbers. Checking spelling. {gasps} Editing.
RB: Woe is you. Should I buy you a T-shirt that says Editing
is for Left Brains?
LB: Yeah, and I’ll put it on in under ten seconds flat. Call
myself an expert.
RB: Good one.
LB: I’ve still got it.
RB: Half of it anyway.
Now that it’s been
discussed (out in the way open by my right and left brain) it’s time to ask
you, what do you want? What brings
you here to thoughts that move today?
*photo by stock.XCHNG
**Over the next few weeks I’m going to suggest awesome reads
written by some dear friends of mine.
