The Power Within
- At January 24, 2022
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Feeling powerless in your writing life? You don’t need to!
Let’s say you’ve been on the creative path for some time, but are feeling depressed, thinking you are not as far down the road as you envisioned. You write and you write but the essence of what you want to express remains elusive. Or perhaps you feel that you have acquired the chops it takes to be a writer. But your publications remain few and far between. The series of books you dreamed of remains just that—a dream you fear will never be realized.
Many writers, good and talented, dream the same dreams you do, and want validation in the form of a book. The same is true in other areas of creative endeavor–people who are pursuing their aspirations in the visual arts, in photography and acting and design. The competition for public recognition is fierce. The reality is that in some areas of the artistic life, we have little control. We cannot make the publisher publish our book. We have no control over whether the director will choose us for the part in the play. That power lies in other hands.
There is, however, much over which we do have control. We can do our work—complete our paintings, learn the new dance routine, write new stories and poems. This is great and joy-filled power. And if publication is your goal, know that every poem you write makes the possibility more likely. Every submission you make makes it likelier still. Rejection has been and will always be a part of the submission process. Perhaps because the piece you submit isn’t quite “there” yet. Or because the editor had a bad day and couldn’t see it for what it was. We can’t control the latter, but we can continue to hone our abilities—take classes and workshops, strive always for excellence, and keep submitting. We can also take an active part in the artistic community. So that when possibilities come along, we will be aware of them. These things we can do.
And whether or not we are recognized by the gatekeepers of the art world, our greatest power lies in believing in ourselves and what we are doing. We were born knowing there was magnificence around us; it was magnificence we were created from, and we are capable of greatness we cannot imagine.
We are like birds, the ability to sing in our own unique ways embedded within our DNA, the facility of flying in the ways we were meant to fly. We yearn to find the notes to the song, to take wing in flying. And while sometimes we try to suppress that yearning, it is there inside us, waiting like a phone we know is about to ring. And when it does, it will be our destiny on the other end of the line, the call we have been waiting for.
All we need to do is answer the phone. Pick up the pen or the paintbrush and do what we were meant to do And take joy in that, even if the book remains unpublished. “…Publication is not all it’s cracked up to be, “ Anne LaMott said. “But writing is.” It is the creative act itself which matters—the intense focus, the feeling of reaching beyond yourself to connect with the magnificence of the universe and bring into being some new sort of beauty. There is satisfaction in that, and great joy, and therein lies true power. You have it within yourself.
For more ideas to help you along the creative path, see our book, The Fire Inside. We think you’ll be inspired!
Grace Falls Upon Us
- At December 13, 2021
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“The joy…comes, rather, from the unexpected grace of allowing such an unremarkable event to fill the soul with such remarkable delight.”—Maria Popova
Reaching into me, grace finds a smallness, grows with water and sun, kindness and attention. Sometimes found in the unlikeliest places, grace nurtures the seed of possibility bestowing hope, rekindling energy. The world tilts a bit when it’s extended—as if a surprise of flowers arrived at your front door. You breathe in, and the air around smells pure and fresh. When grace falls upon us, we feel we have lifts in our shoes.
Read More»“Signposts” in the Writing Life
- At November 22, 2021
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One March, driving west for a skiing weekend, my husband and I found ourselves in an interesting situation. It was a cold, cloudy day, snow on the ground but the roads were clear, and we were doing fine. That is, until we crossed the Nebraska border into Wyoming. Then the wind began to blow. Fiercely, hard out of the north, and as it blew, it brought snow with it, scudding across our line of vision. The farther west we drove, the more the wind howled, the blowing snow creating a ground blizzard. Visibility extended only a short distance ahead. Luckily, the highway had roadside reflectors about a hundred yards apart, and we spent the rest of the trip, our hearts in our throats, driving past one reflector and waiting the few anxious seconds before the next one came into view.
Sometimes it can feel that way in our creative lives. We start out pursuing our dreams—committing to creative time, finding ways to deepen our abilities. And now and then putting ourselves and our work “out there” for scrutiny. But though we keep doing our jobs as artists, we’re not sure we’re getting anywhere.
That’s when we need to keep our eyes open for the “reflectors,” those little glimmers that provide hope, that let us know we’re still on the road to where we want to go. What are these reflectors? Signposts that tell us we’re on the right path? They can be something as simple as an appreciative nod from a mentor or fellow artist, or an invitation to display your photographs in a coffee shop. The occasional acceptance of your poem to a literary journal, or an encouraging note in a rejection letter.
Even better than these outward forms of acknowledgment are the times of inner knowing, arriving sometimes mysteriously. When a small voice inside whispers you’re getting better, you’re getting the hang of it. That aha moment when you realize you know what to do to make a particular chapter of your novel come alive. These are small moments in a long artistic life, but each is a sign of progress taking us to the next moment and then the next.
E. L. Doctorow said that “writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” That’s how we live our lives, our artistic lives as well. Driving blind, or nearly blind, depending on the occasional guidepost along the way.
For more ideas to help you along the creative path, see our book, The Fire Inside. We think you’ll be inspired!
Writing Exercise:
- Imagine you are planning to write a memoir. Don’t panic, this is not the exercise, this is just “playing pretend,” imagining. So in outlining of your imaginary memoir, jot down certain facts of your life that will need to be write about. I might include:
–I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere
–I grew up poor
–I married Tom (or Mary Ann or whoever)
–I fell in love with flowers - Next, read the poem “Why I’m Here” by Jacqueline Berger.
- Now, select an item from your list and put the word “why” in front of it. This will become the working title of the piece you write. You will be digging deeper. For instance, the title of my poem might be “Why I Grew Up Poor.”
- Write, using the title as above, and beginning the body of your poem or essay with “Because,” and repeat as needed.
Take a Leap
- At October 25, 2021
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The Fire Inside: A Companion for the Creative Life
Chapter Twelve: Just Do It
Take a Leap
Pursue what catches your heart, not what catches your eyes.–Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
I remember…
The first time I took a leap I was young, about the same age as my fifth-grade granddaughter. So many years ago and I can still remember it, changes churning inside me, subtle, but tangible. It was as if unknown forces had taken camp inside my stomach—driving impulses, fiery urges that kept pushing up like hunger at the end of a long day. What was I longing for?
My school was hosting an art show and I did—no, I didn’t—want to participate. I was worried. Was I good enough? How could I compare to Robert, who could draw a real horse? Or the third grader who did pretty cross-stitch and embroidered a four-colored rainbow? But in art class, we’d been introduced to colored pencils, clay and paint, and a beautiful yearning took hold in me. I loved it, all of it, and decided to take the plunge. From that day forward, I formed a new identity, perceiving myself as someone more than the freckle-faced girl who rode a pony and collected rocks. And seeing my lopsided pinch pot in the art show, I felt a warm buzz course from my toes to my head.
Read More»Listen to a Sample of our Audiobook!
- At October 18, 2021
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The Fire Inside is now available as an audiobook, and you can listen to a sample by clicking on the arrow below. (We think our reader/narrator, Melissa Melottey, is great!) You may purchase through Apple itunes https://apple.co/3BprtCe or Audible https://adbl.co/3iDEPCq. Note that if you are new to Audible, there’s an option to listen free. Take a listen!
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