Friday Fun: Things that Make Writers Laugh

And, on a completely unrelated note -- but totally related to me -- Happy Birthday, Kate!!! And happy weekend to all of you!

Creativity Tips: Take a Balanced Approach

Take a quick look at this post from Shanna on balance. Go ahead. I'll wait. La-ti-da-ti-da-ti-da.....

Back so soon! Oooh. You're a fast reader. Very good. Now, to Shanna's point, I can't count the number of times I hear people say, "I'm not creative." Truly. I hear it all the time. All. The. Time. I used to always launch into a big, positive, creativity-affirming speech. Now, I do the speech if I'm in a good mood. Other times, I just roll my eyes.

But for you, today, I'll be good. Listen up, my dear: You are creative. Just as we are all excellent at practicing balance, we are all excellent at practicing creativity.

Heck, I can prove it to you:

1. Think of a great story from your childhood or teen years.
2. Tell the story to someone.

What's creative about that? What's not?!? Deciding on the story and the audience are acts of creative selection. How you tell the story -- the words you choose, the inflections you use -- all creative acts. Storytelling itself is one of the most creative practices in the world.

Do I believe I'm creative? Absolutely. Do I believe you're creative? Damn straight. And I believe that's a balanced approach.

Creativity Tips: In Praise of Boredom

When was the last time you were bored? For me, it was in a meeting. And my mind did what it always does when bored -- wander. I doodled. I came up with a few poem ideas. I wrote opening lines for a novel while smiling and nodding dutifully at the meeting leader.

If familiarity breeds contempt*, boredom breeds creativity. Release the need to fill every moment with activity. Relax. Be bored. See what happens!

*Reminding me of the ever-popular take on this: Familiarity breeds.

P.S. for any clients who might read this: No. It was not your meeting.

Creativity Tips: Write a New and Improved Profile

Writing a post at 11:30 p.m. after watching Les Miz for three hours could be dangerous ... I may get up Monday morning and see a thousand typos. But, I'm in the mood to write, so here goes a quickie:

Look at your profile on Facebook or Twitter or LinkedIn or wherever. When was the last time you updated the info? Are the verbs active? Have you trimmed extraneous words? Does every word, every character count? What are you calling yourself? What have you forgotten? Are you a speaker? A blogger? A mentor? An instigator? Are you a volunteer? A yogi? A singer? A poet? A jim-dandy-cracky snow shoveler?

Consider what you do that makes you really proud of yourself. Too humble for that? Sigh. Fine. What do you do that would make me really proud of you? Is that listed?

Update, people. You're evolving all the time. Your profile should too.

I may even follow this advice myself this week. Although, truth be told, I'm much better at giving advice than taking it. I'm a mom. It's my job.

Happy Monday!

P.S. No, I did not mean that kind of quickie. Seriously, people. What are you thinking?

Friday Fun: God Hates Kittens

So, for those of us who welcome the Sabbath on Friday evening, it's always nice to kick the day off speaking directly for the Big Guy:


Does your God hate puppies? Ponies? Bunnies? No problem. Just visit godhatesgoods.com

Now, before you get upset, God Hates Goods is poking fun at the Westboro Baptist Church and its infamous God Hates Fags placards. (I will say this. The signs are most often spelled correctly, since the words are short.)

Unfortunately, since I live in the Sunflower State, I have to admit that Westboro is a Kansas phenomenon. However, on the bright side, so is this.

Happy weekend! Go play with a God-forsaken chipmunk for me.

In Honor of John Mark Eberhart

Kansas City's literary world lost a great talent and an enthusiastic advocate this week with the death of former KC Star reporter/books editor/poetry promoter John Mark Eberhart. In his honor, look here for my favorite poem re: cancer from Raymond Carver. And an equally beautiful "response" from Carver's widow, the poet Tess Gallagher.

I think John Mark would have liked both poems.

Rest in peace, John Mark.

Friday Fun: Paper is Not Dead

Because it's Friday. Because print is not dead. Because paper is definitely not dead.

Thanks to Maureen for the link!