A Storyteller’s Dharma

Dharma (n); Hinduism: 1. Essential quality or character; as of the cosmos or one’s own nature. 2. Conformity to religious law, custom, duty, or one’s own quality or character. 1

Happy New Year and welcome back to the Millerverse! Sincerely, I hope this year brings you more joy, and success, than you could possibly be prepared for! I hope your 2023 ended on a positive note, I hope your 2024 isn’t a fraction of the dumpster fire the last few years have been, and I hope you look forward to the coming year with positive expectation. If 2023 wasn’t kind, I’m sorry, and I want you to know that you have every reason, and right, to believe that 2024 will treat you with reverie.

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A Storyteller Can Always See Another Storyteller From Afar

In the movie “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps,” Michael Douglas’ Gordon Gekko drops an incredible line, parabolizing about being able to spot another Wall Street guy. The line is “a fisherman can always see another fisherman from afar.” Replace fisherman with any profession you’ve ever worked and it holds true. I worked retail for quite a while, and I can spot someone else who has worked retail, …mostly from the will to live being absent from their eyes.

Over the last three years, I’ve done a lot of introspection, trying to find out about myself. I’d spent twenty years having the identity of someone’s boyfriend, fiancee, and husband. Once that was gone, what identity was left? That inner-reflection has benefited me in spades; I know who I am, as a person, as a professional, and as a creative. When you take responsibility for someone else’s existence out of the equation, it is much easier to analyze the aspects of yourself, and have a much better idea of who you are. That information will tell you multitudes about how to get where you are going.

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Things That Made Sense to My Younger Self (That Are Absolute Madness to My Adult Self).

Cringe. That’s the only reaction that makes sense when I think back to some of the things that I used to contribute to my style: I cringe. If I’m going to count my blessings on this aspect, it’s that not everyone had a camera phone when I was a teenager and some of the absolutely foolish things that my era did as children won’t come back to haunt us (outside of oral tradition). The generation after this one is going to have a field day arguing parental directive with photographic evidence. Continue reading “Things That Made Sense to My Younger Self (That Are Absolute Madness to My Adult Self).”

Well I Guess This is Growing Up.

Getting old sucks. There was a day and time in my life where I would like my wild opinions and venomous words run roughshod and the consequences be damned. As I’m lying awake last night, letting my anxiety use my waking hours as a playground, I come to realize that those days are over for me. Forever. Continue reading “Well I Guess This is Growing Up.”

Get Busy Livin’ or Get Busy Dyin’: Encouragement for People Who Want to Be Writers.

There are two theories of thought when it comes to answering the question “when can I consider myself a writer.” The first theory is that you become a writer when you feel so compelled to tell a story that you begin typing a narrative; the other theory is that you become a writer when you present your work for public consumption. Whether or not you get paid to be a writer is a different case entirely. The short answer is: you are a writer when you feel like you feel like a writer. Continue reading “Get Busy Livin’ or Get Busy Dyin’: Encouragement for People Who Want to Be Writers.”