When I think about my career path, I often envision the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Bugs gets knocked out by a girder and sleep walks through a construction site. Just as he’s about to plummet off the edge of a girder, another one moves into place and he keeps on walking.
There have been times I tried to plan my professional life, but confusion, too many choices, uncertainty about my aptitude or skills, kept me from anything too definitive. The truth is, my career has been a bit of a Looney Tune. I have moved along, step by step, blissfully unaware of what lies ahead. Just when I’m about to step off the edge, another girder carries me to safety.
Despite the meanderings, “what I do” has always been somehow connected to words, and I’m happy where I’ve landed. The ground feels pretty solid right now, even though I know that might be the sleep walker talking. If so, I know the next girder will lead to something interesting.
I was happy to find this interview with Margaret Atwood. She talks about confusion over her career choices. At various times, starting at age 8, she thought about becoming a clothing designer, a home economist, and a biologist.
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Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it … It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more. — Erica Jong “How to Save Your Own Life”
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Happy Valentine’s Day
The Monday Motivator is a quote posted each week to encourage, inspire, and motivate writers of all skill levels and across genres. If you have a favorite quote to share, let me know and I’ll post it here. Click here to see past Monday Motivators.
As you write, do your ideas come to you in the form of words or do they come in the form of image, sense, or emotion? If it’s the latter, how do you translate those sensual experiences into words that convey the experience for readers?
Before Words: How to Think Like A Poet, from the Psychology Today blog Imagine That! explains how for writers such as T.S. Eliot, Robert Frost, and Virginia Woolf, “writing begins in a land without language.”
Most writers I know face the same obstacle in reaching their writing goals.
How many times have we made a commitment to our selves and to our writing, only to have to put that commitment aside and tend to dear daughter’s science project, dear husband’s broken down car, or dear boss’s last minute work project. These aren’t excuses, they’re real life. And it often becomes too easy to put our writing aside while all the other responsibilities in our lives take precedence.
I’m experiencing a bad case of writing resolutions whiplash. At the start of 2011, I was all revved up and ready to plunge into my writing practice like a pelican diving head first into an ocean seething with slippery, silvery deliciousness. I had plans – Big Plans. “This is the year,” I said, my heart full of confidence and enthusiasm. And then my daughter came down with the flu. And then I came down with the flu. We had a succession of snow day … Read More
Today is Alice Walker’s 67th birthday. Her Pulitzer Prize winning novel, “The Color Purple,” is one of my favorites; the movie is too. But beyond the brief biography I read in connection with her book, I didn’t know a thing about her. Until today.
Thank you, Internet!
Her perfectly titled website Alice Walker’s Garden is an incredible place to visit, walk around, admire, and enjoy. The site includes Ms. Walker’s blog, information on books old and new, poetry, audio and video interviews, photos, and a biography. It’s the biography that captured my attention the longest. It starts out saying Alice Walker is a “Poet, short story writer, novelist, essayist, anthologist, teacher, editor, publisher, womanist and activist.”
It goes on to talk about a childhood experience involving lying, which, as she explains, “… is the root of my need to tell the truth, always, because I experienced, very early, the pain of telling a lie.”
It’s fascinating to read about this early experience that helped shape the woman she became. To learn more for yourself, or read some of her poetry, essays, or other words, visit Alice Walker’s Garden. While you’re there, wish her a happy day.
Every Tuesday at 9 pm, the literary world goes silent.
Hmm, that’s overstating it. Let me try again. … Every Tuesday at 9 pm, the literary world observes an hour of silence.
No, no. Too much. Here’s what happens … Every Tuesday at 9 pm EST and PST, writers who find it difficult making time to write join together for an hour of silent writing.
The Silent Writers Collective hosts a weekly online silent retreat for all writers who want to commit a minimum of one hour to writing. If you’re interested in participating, join us at 9 EST and PST on Twitter or Facebook.
You can work on your own project or use one of the exercises provided below.
is what you
fall back on
run out of
inspiration. —Rudolf Nureyev
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The Monday Motivator is a quote posted each week to encourage, inspire, and motivate writers of all skill levels and across genres. If you have a favorite quote to share, let me know and I’ll share it here. Click here to see past Monday Motivators.
A Thousand Words is a weekly photo prompt posted every Sunday. Maybe the images will inspire you to write a short crime drama, a haiku, a blog post. Maybe you’ll be inspired to call your bookie, or maybe you’ll just sit back and enjoy the photo. Whatever your response, I hope you enjoy the picture and that it inspires you to some sort of creative zen.
If you write something based on the image, feel free to share a link in the comments section. Also feel free to use the photo on your blog, just be sure to give proper credit, which I will always include in the post or the caption.
I was the water on your hands,
the shine of your days,
a lonely companion
for your times without hope.
I was the salt of your sea,
the strength of your arms,
a thought without sense
vanishing within me. … Read More
I’m sharing this poem by Deborah Deck-Suárez at ThirtyCreativeStudio because tonight, when I needed to be (should have been) writing, I was doing the old point and click around the web. I ended up at Deb’s site and found this poem. I was so inspired by the beauty of her words, and by the strong sense of connection, then loss, then longing conveyed in those few short lines, that I clicked off the internet and started writing.