My Scribbled Secret Notebooks

Some pages from the not so secret online journal of Lynna Goldhar Smith artist and writer.

     When I ask myself why I never finish anything- my mind will assume that this question is valid and that the statement is true and I will supply all kinds of evidence and end up concluding that I shouldn’t even bother writing.  I call this particular kind of self-questioning leading the witness.  It’s like …

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“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book  It’s December 31st 2017.  I am re-blogging this post from 2013, a very difficult year in my life and I’m sending it out to anyone who has struggled in 2017.. Life this year has been stamping it’s foot, screaming at …

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When I was a kid- my grade eight math teacher told our class about a mail-order scam where someone would put an ad in the classifieds–offering an ancient secret to becoming rich and famous. All you had to do was send nine dollars to a box number and the secret of unlimited wealth would be yours. A few weeks later, a booklet in a plain brown package would …

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I have built a little cage on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend– to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Cushioned by the delusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters- as if sitting alone in a cage– is  preferable to the risk of drowning. I watch with …

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I reblogged this post from a few years ago I think I have come a long way from this but some of them still apply.   Reasons I get stuck. 1. It is hard to keep going when the destination seems so distant and unknown. 2. It is hard to keep believing in yourself– when …

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I find stories everywhere and I grab em when nobody’s looking. Sometimes the stories are attached to people I pass on the street. I take the stories home and make them my own. Yesterday I saw a story in a red hat and fishnet hose running down the street waving for a taxi. I wasn’t …

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