I think it was Flannery O’Connor who said: “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” I feel a lot the same way. I’ve journaled ever since I can remember, and whenever the world gets confusing or I don’t know how I’m feeling, that’s what I do. Early on, these were little more than letters to God as I understood them. As I understood *him*. Somehow, by the
The idea of reinventing myself is an interesting concept. Invention refers to creative ability, but to “reinvent” means to change something so much that it appears entirely new. Entirely new? Is that even possible? Most of us try on new things. New clothes, new voices, new “favorites”, new friend groups. We try things on for size. To see if they fit. To see if we fit. And if we don’t, we move on. It’s not such
I attended an amazing Ted-X event in Salem, Oregon recently with a theme of Fearless. Or maybe, Fear-Less, depending on how you look at it. Either way, the timing of this topic was spot-on. I’ve also been listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s podcasts for her newest book Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. In the very first podcast she made a profound statement that pretty much stopped me in my tracks: Procrastination is another name for fear. I flashed
At the end of this journey the prompts are asking me to think about my core story. The truth of who I am and where it is leading me. I feel so unequipped to answer this question, because I haven’t finished all the prompts, but I will try to answer it now and we’ll see if in the end it is the story changes, or just my perception. “It is not the spoon that bends.
I’m starting to regret my commitment to post every day about my journey to “write myself alive”. If I’m going to be honest (and that is what I committed to at the beginning of this process) the Write Yourself Alive campaign has taken everything I had to give. I’m just about half way through and really wanting to quit. Day 13 I lived the prompt. I took a walk on the wild side and
I’m supposed to talk about myself. Again. This is getting really old. And really freaking personal. But ok, here goes… Today’s prompt wants me to talk about recent encounters with my shadow self, my darker side, the “monsters in my closet”–which I find amusing because I hang out with them on the daily, and honestly, they’re not so scary once you get to know them. It also wants me to imagine an alter ego. What
Today’s assignment: Take a random page from a book and create a blackout poem from it. I chose The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, and randomly selected page 131. Here’s what I came up with: The boy slept deeply. His heart said that happiness is a moment of creation. “Create it” his heart said. “Treasures go in search of children. Simply let life proceed.” Few follow the path to happiness. Hearts don’t like to suffer. I
Day 3’s writing prompt turned out to be a quirky fun scene that was really fun to write. Just over 800 words, the prompt was “Write a short story about yourself if you were psychic and able to read the thoughts of those around you.” I took a little license with the idea and here’s what came out: Holy shit he smells amazing! “Excuse me?” The girl behind the counter looked up at me. “Yes?
I’m not sure who I should have been, or if that’s even a thing, providence and destiny being what they are–or aren’t. I know who I was, have a vague idea of who I am, and no idea who I will become. And, I suppose, that’s about how it should be. But every so often I do get to wondering, in a pensively muddled Robert Frost meets Thoreau kind of way, what might have been
Today I have on my metaphorical explorer hat – you know, kind of Indiana Jones style. Like an archeological dig. Only this time the dig is inside my dusty heart. So I’m suddenly finding inspiration everywhere, you know like “when the student is ready the teacher will come” kind of shit. It’s what finally got me to put on the hat. It’s dark down here, but my eyes are adjusting, and let’s face it, there are
http://writeyourselfalive.org For the next 30 days I’ll be participating in a writing workshop designed to help bring your creativity back to life. I need this. I need it more than air. Every time I sit down to write I think of something else I should do first. The tyranny of the urgent has been a convenient excuse for a life gone by. I could say that procrastination made me want to join this