Guardian Angels: Thursday, June 4th

You are never alone when you write. Your guardian angel stands behind you, holding sword and shield, gravely bowing his or her head.

Guardian Angels vary in size and personality. In general they are tall, which makes it easy for them to see over your shoulder and onto the page. They are not the cutesy cupid breed of angel, nor the white-robed, halo sporting type. They are warriors who direct their people with a firm hand.

There is only one thing that Guardian Angels care about, and that is Truth with a capital “T”. They know, better than you do, when you are being true to yourself. And they know instantly when you start holding back because of fear, insecurity, or laziness. They serve as the “Quality Control” branch office of your soul. When you make an excuse about having to run some errands, your Guardian Angel pushes you back into your chair and says, “first finish your work.”

Guardian angels despise commercials and advertisements. They generally like documentaries, as well as blogs and autobiographies and quality fiction stories. They are big fans of the first draft, and the stream-of-consciousness approach to writing.

The author Ken Kesey once said: “The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.”

That was obviously Kesey’s angel speaking. Because guardian angels understand the simple secret to success that people never can quite grasp: We respect and adore originality in others, but we are too afraid to demand it of ourselves.

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