Friday, February 27, 2009
P.S. "edityourown.com" is the link -- and a great example of developing a URL that's easy to remember. No small feat, given our daily deluge of data.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
As a kid, I loved to read novels. Lately, seems like I haven't had time. I'm now making time to read -- and the inspiration is recharging my writing batteries.
Today, don't try something new. Try something old!
P.S. Philip Roth is amazing.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Don't believe them. No one sees the world the way you do. And no one sees the world the way Reza Dolatabadi does. Take a look.
Thanks to Terri for the link!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
There are some creative endeavors that should never be edited. Doodling is one of them. I'm printing another scribble sheet and doing it again. Without thinking. And I'm putting my red pen down.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
We'll start with the feet. I am in love with my Cicciabella Cowgirl slippers. What do these slippers have to do with creativity? Everything.
Some brilliant fashion designer took an existing idea -- cowboy boots -- and put a twist on the concept. Why not make them into slippers? A simple question. A warm, fuzzy, fabulous answer.
Take a look around your world. Consider a favorite item -- clothing, cookware, book, whatever. Now, ask yourself: How could you apply the best features of that item to something else?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
When he found out most of us were on vacation, soon to head back to the frigid Midwest, he said he had a surprise. A few minutes later, he came back with ice scrapers.
It's an unexpected gift from Florida, and a wonderful creativity lesson: Happy surprises* make for memorable moments. How can you surprise someone this week?
*The quality of the surprise makes a difference too. Having now scraped Kansas City ice off my windows several times, I can tell you Randy's scrapers are as good as his seafood.
Monday, February 16, 2009
There's no easy way to pull words back. Believe me, I try. And no matter how sincerely I apologize, I generally leave such conversations guilt-ridden.
It's a bad thing. Guilt is a creativity-blocking, time-wasting, energy-sapping emotion. So today, I'm starting with a clean slate -- and so are you. Today, we're not feeling guilty about things in the past, things we can't change.
Here's to a new week, a new world. And new words.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
What The Doctor Said
© by Raymond Carver
He said it doesn't look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I'm glad I wouldn't want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man do you kneel down
in forest groves and let yourself ask for help
when you come to a waterfall
mist blowing against your face and arms
do you stop and ask for understanding at those moments
I said not yet but I intend to start today
he said I'm real sorry he said
I wish I had some other kind of news to give you
I said Amen and he said something else
I didn't catch and not knowing what else to do
and not wanting him to have to repeat it
and me to have to fully digest it
I just looked at him
for a minute and he looked back it was then
I jumped up and shook hands with this man who'd just given me
something no one else on earth had ever given me
I may have even thanked him habit being so strong
I Stop Writing the Poem
© by Tess Gallagher
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
- Develop idea for a post.
- Write it.
- Edit it -- cutting as many words as possible.
- Edit again. Cut more.
I have the attention span of a gnat. And I'm not alone. Reread everything you write this week -- from stories to emails -- and cut *words you don't really need.
*Example: I had cut the words you don't really need. I didn't need the in that sentence. It's a little word, but every word you cut makes a difference.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
How? Take a hint from decorating entrepreneur Mary Carol Garrity: Clean off a bookshelf.* Take everything off, dust, then put different items on the shelves -- or rearrange the items you had. Put the poetry on the top shelf. Change the family photos. Use journals as bookends.
Now, stand back and admire your work!
P.S. Please. I can hear you groaning through cyberspace. If you can't imagine cleaning the ENTIRE bookshelf, then just tackle one shelf. Size matters, and one teeny, tiny shelf is a good start.
P.P.S. The photo is a bookshelf from Sigmund Freud's study. Analyze that. Rooms like this make me go into a creative coma. But, we're all different ...
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The cure? I started knitting a scarf. That's right. I'm knitting again. I haven't touched the needles since I finished Kate's scarf, almost a year ago. And, I have to say, I haven't missed them.
Yet, on Groundhog's Day, I got the knitting urge. And here's the fascinating thing: When I picked up the yarn and the needles, my fingers knew what to do. I had forgotten, but they remembered. I cast on with no trouble, and took off knitting.
Make your next six weeks fly by: Pick up an old creative talent, one you haven't used for a bit. It may be more fun than you remember!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
While we were there, a woman who used to work at Mom's assisted living complex came to visit. Diana promised Mom that she would come back to visit once a month, and would bring daisies -- Mom's favorite flower.
And here's the amazing part. She's doing it. This wonderful woman -- who has a family of her own and a more-than-full schedule -- shows up on the first Sunday of every month. She spends an hour chatting with Mom. She brings flowers. She brings joy. Mom is thrilled that Diana cares about her, and she takes huge delight in looking at, and bragging about, her flowers.
One hour. Once a month. 12 hours a year. It's a small investment of time with a huge reward for everyone involved.
No matter what our talents are, we can all create more happiness in the world. We can all learn from Diana.
P.S. Thanks to Mike for pointing out that this story was a post! I needed the creative instigation.
Monday, February 2, 2009
That's right, "My Life Would Suck Without You" went to No. 1.
Now, I hate to start the week with a rant, but seriously -- this is the best we can do? Where have you gone, Simon and Garfunkel?
P.S. Kelly Clarkson. Don't know her. Don't like her.