Vampires - Silent Killers or Nancy-Boy Emos? by Belthizor

Hello my lovelies and faithful readers,
I bring to you, today, a very special article. Today we look at how modern media has changed the image of the single most dangerous predator - the vampire.

I begin today's article with a look at what tradition deems to be a vampire. According to some (and Wikipedia), Vampires are mythological beings who 'live' by feeding on the very life essence of living creatures. This is characterised in the form of blood. Vampires are said to survive by drinking the blood of living creatures be they animal, human, or even the undead themselves. In many tales, drinking the blood of a fellow vampire is said to provide an even greater energy surge, unlike any they would get from the blood of mortals.

Literary historian Brian Frost believes that the "belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself". Having said this, the term vampire was not popularized until the early 18th century after an influx of vampire superstition into Western Europe. Indeed, it is Bram Stoker's 1897 novel Dracula that is remembered as the quintessential vampire novel, and remains to this day, my personal favourite vampire myth.

There is just something about a Victorian-era count living all alone in his castle overlooking the township of Transylvania that appeals to me. The fact that Dracula was only ever seen during the night, during which time, he would feed on his hapless victims really sets the scene for mystery, and that is what is the most appealing thing to me about the vampire mythos. Dracula's weaknesses included sunlight (though it did not kill or burn him, just weakened him), a wooden stake through the heart, decapitation and fire were said to kill him. He was also said to have no reflection and be unable to cross running water except at low or high tide, he was unable to enter a place unless invited to do so, once invited, however, he was free to enter and leave at will. He also requires Transylvanian soil to be near him in order to successfully rest and regain his strength. A trait that all but disappears with the modern vampire. Dracula's powers were many, but included hypnosis, shape-shifting, enhanced strength, telepathy, being able to climb upside down vertical surfaces and control nocturnal animals such as rats and wolves. Interestingly, Dracula could also control the weather, usually conjuring up a fog to hide his presence and add to the mystery.

This brings me to modern media's interpretation of vampires. At first, it started off innocently enough - Buffy the Vampire Slayer brought a new flavour to vampires. According to the Buffy series, vampires were demons inhabiting the human shell of their former victim. These vampires carried many of the traits of traditional vampires - they are unable to enter the residences of the living without having first being invited, they can only be killed by fire, beheading, penetrating the heart with a wooden object (most notably, a stake), direct, prolonged exposure to sunlight and blessed/holy items, and they had enhanced senses (strength, speed, etc). However, unlike dear old Drac, vampires in the Buffyverse, have a demonic visage that they can change into at will, and upon their "death" they explode into a cloud of dust. Different, but acceptable.

Next up, we have a series of films of which the first is entitled Underworld. These vampires are seen as being more moral citizens living underground away from the prying eyes of humans and forever feuding with their mortal enemies - werewolves (also known as Lycans from the term Lycanthrope meaning wolf-man, a type of therianthropy which literally translates as beast-man, which alludes to the ability, whether voluntary or involuntary, transformation into an anthropomorphic beast). The vampires in Underworld, like their Lycan counterparts, carry a virus within their genes, that, should a human who is bitten by a vampire survive the virus's initial outbreak, are transformed into a vampire. Biting is not the only method of vampiric 'reproduction' as it is shown that vampires can interbreed with each other and produce vampiric offspring. A vampire's main weakness is, once again, sunlight. Underworld also dealt largely with the politics of being a vampire, something I will not go into at this stage.

Next we have Blade. Vampires were evil beings bearing fangs that turned to ash when 'killed'. Their weaknesses were a severe allergic reaction to silver, garlic and sunlight. A wooden stake through the heart was also said to kill one. Blade introduced us to the Dhampir - half-human, half-vampire having all of the strengths of a normal vampire, and only one of their weaknesses - The Thirst for human blood.

Other authors have re-created vampires to great effect, including Christopher Pike's "The Last Vampire" series, and any vampire book by Anne Rice, however, not all modern day vampires are such marvellous, mysterious wonders.

There was 'peace' among the vampire mythos, until along came author Stephenie Meyer. She re-created the vampire in ways we could not comprehend, and while hugely popular, especially among the pre-teenage audience, found her creations to be largely unpopular with those of use who have grown up with tales of horrifying monsters that feed at night on the blood of living beings. Meyer created Edward Cullen, and may we curse the day that sparkly little emo-freak was created.

Edward Cullen is a vampire who looks just like a regular human boy, albeit with serious complexion issues... that is, until you expose him to sunlight. Edward Cullen, upon sunlight exposure, does not spontaneously combust, nor does he even get a sunburn, let alone a tan... no, boys and girls, Edward sparkles, and he doesn't do it quietly, either. He is always whining about how being a superhumanly powerful creature that feeds off blood is a bad thing. He puts on a woe-is-me attitude and constantly complains about how bad life is, and by constantly, I mean: all. The. God-damned. Time. To the point that you just want him to shut the hell up!

Edward's powers include, super-strength, speed, the ability to read minds and, apparently, the ability to reproduce with mortals, albeit at a high risk of either feasting on the blood of his human companion (something which he has sworn against, and yet still complains that he is dangerous) or else crushing her to death with his "super-strong-penis-o'-death"... at least that's how I see it.

In conclusion, I wish to issue a warning to all you aspiring authors - it is my job to read your stories, and edit for spelling, punctuation and grammatical errors, but I also do a mini-review of the stories, and if I see one single sparkly emotionally disturbed vampire with, what I have officially coined as, a "super-strong-penis-o'-death", there WILL be serious repercussions as it simply does not make good fiction... having said that, I DO welcome any and all stories that deal with the execution of the aforementioned emotionally damaged vampire.

Vampires have come a long way from times when they were silent, well-dressed, killers of the night that could keep an entire township under their thrall by mere reputation alone. Is the future of vampires destined to be vegetarian (non-blood drinking, like Edward Cullen), sparkly vampires with severe manic depression to the point of moping about their "super-strong-penis-o'-death" (oh noes!)? For your sake, as well as mine, I seriously hope not.

Until next time,
Keep on writing,
Lord Belthizor, Assistant Editor for Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum

[Note: I am not going to include references this time, as all my information came from Wikipedia and I can't be bothered going back over each topic and copy-pasting the web address]

"Time for Time Management" by Belthizor, Assistant Editor of Mistress Journals

Hello my little underlings,

My, it has been a long time since I last wrote on here, and an even longer time since I found the time to edit stories, but fear not, I have not dropped off the edge of the earth... at least not yet. I have recently been making a few changes in my life, and these include studying to be a Community Services Worker.

Naturally, studying has taken up a large amount of my time, as I have been swamped with assessment tasks and trying to work up the courage to face one of my fears, a most common one indeed - public speaking. Dun dun duuun.

So, on with today's article - time management. A skill that is essential in nearly all professions and hobbies. Many of you have a life outside writing, and let's face it, life doesn't stop because you want to do some writing. Here are a few tips to help you manage things better.

Schedules:- writing up a rough schedule for every day can help you manage tasks more efficiently. For example, I schedule my days to work around my studies. Obviously if I've been to class, I'm going to come home and be utterly exhausted, and not want to do homework, however I usually have the next day off, and so I spend my time doing my assignments, scheduling when I do what and for how long. I admit, my time management skills are not the best, and well, we all know how unpredictable life can be. I recently fell ill which put a slight damper on things (out of sheer stubbornness, though, I worked tirelessly throughout the whole time I was sick citing I did not have the time to be sick. This is a perfect example of how NOT to time manage. If you're sick, your well being should always come first!

Rewards:- Whenever you complete a task, you should reward yourself. If you finish a story, for example (after making sure you've saved, and saved again) do something that you enjoy for half an hour before doing the next task. This gives you incentive to work towards the completion of your goal.

Breaks:- Continuing on with the story writing example, don't sit there at your computer for 5 hours straight (for example) writing your story, because the end result will probably see you slumped over your desk face down on your keyboard. Nobody wants to read a story that's been written on no rest and is full of such things as nfeoidknnrseodgnvroeikghvnreklfgnveoslkngviurdnsgviejhfgnvnorgnvoejhngvirkngvolr. Take a 5-15 minute break every half hour or so. Get up. Get away from the computer, go for a walk, make something to eat, whatever you do, do it away from the computer (just make sure to save your progress first!) This clears the mind and gets rid of the cobwebs that will undoubtedly build up in your heads (the ones that aren't already there, as seems to be the case with most writers who seem to have an aptitude for REALLY bad spelling and grammar).

Follow these steps, and you will find that your body and your writing will thank you for it in the end.

Until next time, keep on writing, and I will be back among your ranks in three weeks' time to resume my editing duties plays Chopin's "Funeral March". Muahahaha!

- Lord Belthizor, Assistant Editor of Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum
Spelling and Grammar aficionado extraordinaire.

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Join me here http://www.facebook.com/pages/Let-us-advertise-our-dot-co-dot-cc-websites/147513155282055?ref=mf

It is NOT the domains or the hosts as they claim on the Help Center page but the use of the .co.cc extension that follows the website name.

I might add that I failed to see any such notice the other day when I was looking so this must have been added recently as it was just found by my colleague and fellow author Monie Penny. Her site http://between-thesheets.co.cc has also been affected by this FB screw up.

Owners of websites with this extension have contacted FB on multiple occasions in regard to this issue, that has been occurring for over two weeks, and received no response as yet. Why does it give users the option to report that it is an error of they have no intention of checking into it??

Help us fight Facebook's claim and win back the right to post our domain names again. Why should we be forced to buy new ones with a different extention to satisfy FB? This is simply a case of prejudice against an extension not any individual website.
I have proven this by posting the mistressjournals domain on my FB page on multiple occasions without the extention.

Even email addresses with a domain that has this extension are considered invalid by FB. How can they have the right to mass ban simply because these domains share one common factor...The .co.cc extension.

To date both mistressjournals.co.cc and between-thesheets.co.cc have been affected by the error message from FB claiming the website has been reported for abusive content or spam and prevented us from posting a link to our sites.

This is bull, neither site has been directly reported at all but the .co.cc extension has and we know there are many more of you out there with this same problem.

Lets see if we can't finally get FB to sit up and take notice of an issue that seems to have coincided with thier last "fix" and actually DO something about it for once.

Regardless of extension all websites have the right to display their link as long as said "link" not violate the TOS, which our links do not. Fb claims they can not be responsible for the content on these websites and they are right, they can't. But nor can they ban a link to them on that same basis.

Facebook has no legal right to ban a link based on content of the site itself unless said site has directly caused malicious harm or damage to Facebook and/or their servers or equipment through the use of software or virus on the site.

The "link" itself is the only thing on the Facebook site, and in no way does it violate the TOS.
What is next, some error has the .com or .net extension banned...stop this before it becomes out of hand Facebook.

Personally if this continues I can see a major drop off in use of my Facebook account since the primary use of it is for networking for my businesses and if I can't network, then what is the point of it. Guess i will just dust off my old MYSPACE Account.

Hypothetically: (IF it were a direct report of my site)

FB is not a PG 13 site. They do have the issue with some teens making accounts with incorrect birthdays and having access to adult content intended for those 18 years of age and over.

However, if someone has had access to my Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum due to a link posted on my FB page it is neither my fault nor that of Facebook but instead that of the parent for not enssuring your child was using his/her facebook account in a way that FB intended for those under 18. Quit blaming others for your lack of interest in what your child is doing and your poor parenting skills.

I personally assure you, I know where my child has been on the internet and what he is viewing, at all times. It's called monitoring, parenting, caring...try it!


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*Below is a copy of the information found in the Help Center as posted by Facebook


"I received an error message saying that a link I want to post has been reported as abusive.
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You're seeing this error message because the content that you've attempted to post on the site has already been reported as abusive by other Facebook users. You should be able to edit your account if you do not include the offending text or URLs.

If you believe there is no abusive content on the specific website you are trying to post, unfortunately, the web domain that hosts the website has already been identified as abusive. Facebook does not have control over content that is hosted by particular web domains. To request the removal of abusive web pages that may be hosted by this domain, you will have to contact the specific domain provider.
For more information about prohibited content, please visit the Warnings section of the Help Center.
/help/?faq=18262"




And Facebook, just an fyi...If you intend to update the TOS on a case by case basis for each and every issue you do not want to deal with or do not have an answer for, please make sure that it makes sense. In reading the above statement I can see a number of questions that arise from the particular wording and the obvious attempt someone has made to make it sound "official".

Any updates to the TOS must be made public before they are added in to a multi-user network and expected to be adhered to. No, ignorance is not an excuse but when users are not made aware of changes, especially when they occur after a report of a problem, then violations of added content can not be held against said users.

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"©AGAIN?" An Erotic Poem By Mona Arizona

"©Again is a free-verse tercet poem by Mona Arizona.

This erotica piece received second place in an international erotic poetry contest several years ago and is currently being converted to video format with erotica photos and music by Llewellyn. No part of this poem may be copied, transferred, or reproduced in any manner without written consent from the author.

Tercet poetry comprises stanzas consisting of three lines only where the first and third lines rhyme and where each stanza can exist as a poem on its own. The particular rhythm of this poem is 6-7-8, however, Mona suggests you read each stanza as a single sentence without thinking of it as poetry...for the full, erotic, emotional feelings it conveys."



©AGAIN?
By Mona Arizona

The window reflects us,
You behind me, our bodies
Bared, erotic, ‘roused god, goddess

Your voice, dark and liquid
Gold; heavy-lidded eyes hold
Me mesmerized, fiery, fervid

My hair free, wildly curled
About my face, over my
Shoulders; senses and thought are whirled

An instant wave of heat
Sent over, through my body;
It’s my lust you dare to entreat

Drawn by a feral scent,
Lust is there, certainly there
And yet, this lust is different

My reaction to your
Presence makes no sense at
All; delicious, sultry, cocksure

Thoroughly addicted
To your sexual allure—
Disguise it, I think determined

The drive comes from some place
Deeper within . . . primitive,
More intense; you’re like a scapegrace

I am a hedonist
Suddenly; no stopping my
Soul, for it is at its gayest

Open your eyes, you whisper;
I do, mine intensely engage
As yours gaze; You’re mine, you aver

Conquered and claimed, you brand
Me; with each kiss, with each touch,
With each word; I’m at your command

Long, wicked fingers mold
My breasts; gooseflesh ripples across
My skin, my vision you hold

Tongue warms a bold trail from
In my ear to its lobe to
My neck heating me with aplomb

Lids heavy with desire
Close; Keep them open, you say,
Ev’ry part of you I admire

A cloud passes between
Us and the moon, casting us
In grayer shadow; it’s serene

Barely seen but I sense
Kisses open and wet on
My shoulder; I have no defense

My thoughts tangle as your
Palm finds my breast, stroking my
Nipple; my cravings you immure

Giving no quarter, splayed
Fingers smooth a path downward;
Succinctly, the message conveyed

Against my back I feel
The hardness of your passion—
My world becomes more surreal

My head falls to your chest
On a moan and gasp for air;
My passion you have well assessed

A fingernail trails up
My thigh, moving along the
Inside of my thigh as to worship

Moving along braving
My leg, higher, higher, Ummm . . .
Suggesting the goal, refusing

To arrive there, it draws
Lazy circles on my thigh,
Inching higher, giving me pause

One hand smoothes down my ass
And cups me between my
Legs, rubbing, pressing, to harass

First one, then two enter;
Fingers that play me, test me,
In, out, again, across vulvar

I manage to loosed a
Shuddering breath; I lean a
Bit forward; you say, don’t stray

I try . . . I want you now;
I turn in your waiting arms;
We’ll take it slowly, you avow

Each finger of your hand
Slides into your mouth to be
Sucked; surprised, yet I understand

Your lips take mine, not in
An innocent kiss; my head
Is pushed back, desire a given

An erotic friction
Of lips, taking, demanding
Your deep merciless possession

Your tongue tastes of honey
Coasting over mine, I arch
Up to eat, swallow you wholly

You would make a feast
For any woman—your brain,
Bod, humor, sensitivity

This last still a wonder
To me, you see me clearly;
And I thought I was so clever

I gaze at you speechless,
Captured in your wicked spell
Of desire—unrestrained brashness

To fulfill dreams of me,
Your wickedest, wildest
Fantasy knows no boundary

My breath, a tiny sound;
All thought slips away; legless;
Sensibilities fogbound

You lift me, my legs wrap
‘Round your hips; across the room
As my butt cheeks you give a slap

Desperate and in thrall,
Pressed under the weight of you,
Across your bed we sprawl

My mouth opens on a
Sigh; your tongue quickly invades;
We breathe . . . breathe as one whereby

I relax under the
Weight of you pressing into
Me; how solid you feel; prima

That I can support your
Weight makes me feel larger in
My own right; I feel your tambour

Mobile lips persuade
As legs entwine and fingers
Across my breasts are splayed

They gently cup and weigh;
Your knee separates my legs
And tongues keep up their parlay

Across the broad expanse
Of your back, my hands skate to
Confirm your tenseness, then advance

I cup your buttocks, squeeze;
The muscles there contract; I
Slip lower, press the boundaries

Find the soft weight of your
Testicles and when I stroke
You, your lips break from mine unsure

On a deep groan from you,
Encouraged, I cup them, I
Squeeze gently; nothing to eschew

Warm breath, moist lips and tongue
Find that sensitive place
At my ear, my patience wrung

Traitorous body wants more
At war with virtuous thought;
Still, my hands begin to explore

Open-mouth kisses press
Along my cheek to my neck
To my nipple; your lips caress

A mewl escapes as your
Teeth bite and pull; then suck as
Your eyes meet mine as to assure

My hands grasp your thick hair;
A moan escapes my lips I
Know, though I think it from elsewhere

Your tongue licks the other
Breast; a breath—cool air washes
Over it with a lustful lure

Your gaze at its tautness
Floods my senses with yearning,
As from the sex god named Eros

I arch and hold you near,
Your fire igniting ev’ry
Nerve, each touch my flesh to sear

One hand to your shoulder,
I push you aside and roll
Over you; I’m feeling bolder

Then, splayed over you
Down my throat your kisses move
Lower until they start anew

To circle around my
Nipple, teeth come into play
Again, my body goes awry

Then the soft suckling of
Your lips; I lay weak, limp, and
Obedient; your talent suave

I slide down your body
To lick your chest; you like this;
Encouraging words are bawdry

Your hands come to my neck,
Massaging, encouraging
Me; lips part, my tongue I let fleck

Down, down until my tongue
Finds its destination
And I lick you up . . . nearly unstrung

Up the length of your cock;
You swear, or is it a prayer;
Your hands tighten and then unlock

They fall away from me;
You whisper my name—is it
Praise or warning? I smile coyly

Unable to tell which,
I do it again, taking
The tip of you like a sandwich

Lightly between my lips
I stroke it, your breath hitches;
I taste salt, musk; you my mouth sips

Suckling you as you had
Done my breasts, your body jerks
Beneath me; I cup your gonad

A growling from your throat
Decides me—definite praise;
You lift your hips as to promote

I try to take you deep,
Open my mouth to use the
Length of my tongue your length to sweep

Simply for the pleasure
Of making you shake; eas’ly
You writhe for me; not so cocksure

Suddenly, patience snaps,
And you take me beneath my
Arms and pull me up; I collapse

Your expression affords
Me a premonition—you
Roll over me, pull me upwards

Beneath you, you take my
Wrists, pull my arms over my
Head, take a length of cloth and tie

Afraid?, you ask; Never,
I reply; you smugly grin;
I don’t show or give you censure

My blood beats a tattoo
Rhythmically, masterly,
Nonsensically; oh, the rue

The somatosense as
Fingers steal downward to trail,
To learn, to teach with such panache

The voice of your quick breath
Empowers my boldness; I
Lift, your hardness close to me—eff

Not yet, your whisper wreathes
Round my mind; attentively,
You smile, one hand my mons enwreathes

The other slides beneath,
Kneads one globe; Oh, oh, I moan
As mobile fingers roam my heath

You chuckle on my skin . . .
My lids lift and meet your gaze
And I see your seductive grin

The swollen nub you seek
At the apex of my thighs...
Found; God! your thumb and fingers tweak

All thought I possess whirls;
Breath ceases; I feel you move
To separate, play my soft curls

Between the petals they
Glide, they coax and they promise;
While entering only partway

Stroking sensitive flesh,
Stirring the moisture with your
Touch, and my senses you enmesh

Hot and wet, you extol;
I arch my back and softly
Cry; I am under your control

Wickedly, they evoke
My essence, my core, my nub;
None ignored—a rub and a stroke

Increasing in time ‘til,
Working to pleasure passion,
Deeper and deeper they do drill

My head rolls side to side,
Your lean, muscled body next
To mine, panting, your hand I ride

Climax is swift; tongue licking,
Tasting, finding its way to
My core, your tongue begins flicking

I buck with passionate
Moans; hands rush to find purchase,
To keep me earth bound as you glut

You grip my hips and say,
I want to taste the food of
The gods; you still me where I lay

Ambrosia—delicious
In its fragrance and flavor—
Your intent . . . to leave me boneless

On lusty passion’s waves,
I soar o’er terra firma;
Only your grip on me enslaves

Intense, white hot, you lave
Me into a frenzied heat;
With you, there’s so much more I crave

A groan deep in your throat
Escapes, vibrates against my
Need; your laving sounds like a rote

My hands clutch tousled sheets
Tho I course the galaxy;
My labored, needed breath entreats

Ardently, your name I
Murmur, yet you continue
On, my sated need you espy

Without hesitation,
Foreseeing your own release;
From that first kiss it did burgeon

I said we’d take it slow
But, girl, I have to take you
Or my nuts are going to blow

Your mouth crushes over mine;
I taste myself on your lips;
Above me, your body sublime

My fingers wrap ‘round your
Cock, velvet skin over steel,
I stroke from base to head ad hoc

With grunting gasps both my
Hands you take; Enough, you groan;
Firmly grip so they can’t deny

Wrap your legs ‘round my hips;
Eagerly, I move; comply,
Feel the head at my swollen lips

Again your mouth covers
Mine, as you impale my tight
Sheath so like the Nordic victors

Your mouth captures my moan;
Mouth to mouth, skin to heated
Skin, pumping faster; Ohhh! . . . evzone

Myself I taste follows
Your lips, your breath, and your tongue;
Your cock my sheath does enclose

One leg you lift across
Your shoulder; bury it to
The hilt; later we’ll share some doss

Deeper it penetrates
Firing your passion to new
Heights; shallow breathing it creates

It’s buried deep within;
It stops . . . no way to discern
Where you stop and where I begin

I can’t . . . Oh, please, I sigh,
My words belying action;
Fast and hard, Babe, comes your reply

You know how I like it,
So I let you set the pace;
You know for you I will submit

My nails dig in your arms,
Crescent shapes they will imprint,
Never lessen your rakish charms

As to who’s riding whom
I care not; I am witless;
It’s my passion you quite exhume

Steadily, you fill me,
Thrust deep in welcoming heat—
I cling, hold on—repeatedly

A million stars explode
In my brain, it’s all I see;
My sensibilities erode

I utter a piercing,
Loud, lengthy cry; lids shut tight
To keep my teared eyes from blearing

Involuntary lock—
Muscles strongly contract and
Milk your powerful, hard cock

Deeper, harder, faster;
My world spins on its axis;
I’m the slave and you’re the master

I climax in your arms;
You stifle a roar in the
Curve of my neck; me, it disarms

Down your nerves, under your
Skin it spreads, no time to think;
Each thrust, retreat, you seek succor

One final hard, deep thrust
Embeds you close to my womb;
You growl the last of your hot lust

The moment’s upon you
Flaring high, roaring, racing
Through your veins, through you, the wherethrough

The rush long awaited
Jettisons through your blood; your
Body empties into mine—fed

Drawing a long, deep breath,
You collapse . . . satiated,
Roll to your side, a lover’s death

Draw me, enfold me in
Your arms; my weakness embrace,
And protect me, your possession

A final kiss and then
Hold me close as we repose.
Again? Oh, yes; without question




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Stuck for words? Try this..., An insight revealed by "Belthizor"

Hello my ever-loyal underlings,

In this article, I thought I'd break away from the normal bitch session about poor grammar to reflect on something I learned today.

Perhaps the most common and frustrating problem among writers is the dreaded Writer's Block *dun dun DUUUN*.

Those two words alone are enough to strike fear in the hearts of many a writer. Fortunately, there is a solution... well not a guaranteed solution, but certainly one that can make a big difference.


So, what is this 'miracle cure' of which I speak? It's really quite frightfully easy.

The trick is Journal Writing. The answer lies within you.

Everyone is capable of writing, and we all know it, yet bringing the talent to the forefront can be a difficult process at the best of times. However, journal writing, or as my Professional Practice Teacher calls it: "diarising" can help get those creative juices flowing. The blurb to a brilliant book, which I will reference at the end of this article, states:

"Everyone can keep a journal. And everyone can learn from the journal writing experience. About personal insights, the meaning of dreams, "hangups" and stumbling blocks to success, our hidden fears and secret love affairs."


Still not convinced? Then read the following extract, from the same book:

"The writing of a journal is a simple process. It doesn't demand that we interpret a multitude of books or conform to a set of specific guidelines. It simply suggests we start at the most logical point in time - now."


The best bit about a journal? It's private, and it doesn't judge. In fact, it encourages you to write. It wants you to write. It calls for you to write. I can hear it now "Beeel-thizor!" it calls. "Come write in me! You know you want to... come to me..."

So, what are you waiting for? Get to writin'!

Your journal should be seen as an extension of you. A way for you to get down on paper (or computer) your deepest, darkest thoughts, fears, dreams, relationship issues, or even your thoughts on how much you absolutely adore that gorgeous hunk of man that is your one and only Lord Belthizor (I know you dream of me ;)).

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil. James Allen - "As A Man Thinketh"

Until next time,
Happy writing, and happy editing,
Lord Belthizor
Assistant Editor for Mistress Journals and Diploma of Community Services Work student.



REFERENCE:
Johnson, D (1989). Creative Guide To Journal Writing Gateway Publications, Louisville, CO


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