Three Presents for Creativity- (Not a Poem)

Occasionally I post something here that is NOT a poem! I am taking a creative writing course at our local college and was recently asked to give a presentation on some aspect of writing. I titled it “Three Presents”. Some of my fellow students asked me to post it somewhere so they could read it again, so I thought perhaps some of my blog readers might also be interested in it.

Three Presents for Creativity
I don’t have a lot of experience writing short stories or anything much longer than an occasional epic poem. But there are similar challenges and techniques in all forms of creative writing and since most of my success has been with songs and poetry, I’ll be drawing on that experience for this presentation. I call it a presentation because I will be giving you presents. My middle name is Jean. So this evening I’ll be a Jeannie and give you three presents.

One.
I used to wonder where the next inspiration would come from for a song or a poem and for a while it seemed that the harder I chased it, the faster it ran away. Then I realized that inspiration is very much like a skittish cat – chase it and it will dash up a tree and stay there untill you give up and walk away. Ignore it and soon it is in your lap, purring to be petted.

The first present I would like to give you is this

The song/poem/story is already written – all you have to do is remember it. 

This may sound simplistic, but if you truly believe that the piece is already written it takes a huge burden from your shoulders. You are not faced with the overwhelming, God-like task of creating something from nothing. All you have to do is remember. Will you need to edit? Yes, of course. You’ll probably need to do some rewrites before you’ve ‘remembered’ it clearly.

Two.
The classic stereotype of a writer is one who struggles and strains to capture something and put it down on paper, who closets himself or herself away from the world and “Writes”, with a capital W. The struggle is self imposed, the isolation unnecessary.

The second present is this-

Keep your creative well topped up and you will never lack for inspiration.

You are a spiritual being on a human journey. Your creativity knows no bounds but the ones you impose upon it. Inspiration and ideas dangle around you like ripe fruit on the vine. It is the creative water that fills your well. The well that you draw upon when you take pen in hand or sit at your keyboard. Allow yourself the luxury of observing, enjoying, and participating in new and different experiences and your senses will soak up creative water like a sponge.

Three.
Some writers are accused of treating their work like it was their child – and by this it is meant that they are oversensitive and protective – as though anything but praise is a personal affront. Instead of considering a critique, they immediately jump to the defense of their baby. Is it wrong to be so connected to your writing?

Present number three –

Yes, you are the parent of your work, and good parents know when to let go.

When a child is young, parents are protective and that is the proper way to be. But as a child matures, a parent must stand back and allow the child to stand alone, to become her own entity. It’s the same with writing. If you are still overprotective of your writing then your writing must still be as a small child. Take it home and nurture it, train it in the way it should go, and when it is ready to stand alone you will find the critiques that stung before are now just interesting perspectives and helpful suggestions that you and your writing can use to grow and become strong. 

If you want to write then the most important thing to do is to actually write. Don’t plan to write, don’t schedule your writing, don’t wait untill the perfect plot lands in your lap. Write now. Write about anything and everything. Write everyday.

Write On!

I would also like to give credit where credit is due. I found Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way” to be pivotal in my development as a writer. I recommend it to anyone who wants to discover and nurture their creative soul. Her website is at http://juliacameronlive.com/

An added bonus (not a poem)

I moderate the comments that are posted to my blog. If you ever saw some of the tripe that gets sent out into cyberspace masquerading as comments, you understand why I do this!  I’ve started copying and pasting some of the more bizarre ones into a document. I believe I will, at the end of my ‘poem a day for a year’ project, select the best ones (worst ones?) and create a suitably bizarre poem from them. I’ll call it “Spam, Spam, and Spam” and possibly serve it up with a slice of pineapple on top; or maybe not. Anyway, it should be interesting if not totally incoherent.

Cheers

Linda

Poems vs. Lyrics – Musings

Lately I’ve been writing more songs than poems. I never have much trouble distinguishing one from the other because  songs ususally come with a melody. There has been the occasional time when a poem has crossed over and become a song, but not often (for me anyway).  The way poetry and songs are presented seems to me to create a definite distinction in how they’re written. Songs are written to be listened to, poems are written to be read. Poems can be longer, can be lingered over, and can impart impact through line enjambment and other more visual effects. Songs, with some exceptions, are usually within the two and a half to four minute presentation, must grab the listener’s attention, and are supported by the musical accompaniment, the vocalist’s inflections, etc…  So two very different forms. And yet sometimes they merge. I find poems more challenging to write; possibly because of the ‘stand alone’ nature of the beast; the words must carry the message on their own. Lyrics share the burden with music and vocal interpretation and that presents another set of challenges.
PS. After a little more research, I find that I am NOT the originator of the anagram poem. In fact there are people so masochistic out there that they have not only written anagrammatic poems, the poems even rhyme. That’s a challenge for another day, I think. 
I like challenges.

Hockey Fans eh? I doubt it.

Rioting and mayhem. It’s a shame that these two seem to shadow so many major sporting events but from the fan violence around soccer to the rioting last night in Vancouver, this sad testament to human stupidity is becoming more commonplace and is actually expected by those who’ve seen it before. People are not mobs – people can be exceptionally kind, honourable, and gentle… Mobs are just rioting and mayhem.

I will hazard a guess that the ringleaders at this latest disgusting show had every intention of causing mayhem when they started.  It’s a familiar pattern and I’m shocked that the police weren’t expecting it and keeping closer watch for it, but I wasn’t there so I can’t comment on how efficiently or inefficiently it was handled by the authorities. Watching news clips doesn’t give you the whole story. But the fact that no one seems particularly shocked this morning (disgusted yes, but not shocked) would suggest that it wasn’t a big surprise.

People who incite others to riot are not doing it because they’re sports enthusiasts or environmentalists or peace activists or any other type of ‘ist’ they are doing because they are destructive criminals who like to see rioting and mayhem – they are sick, twisted individuals who get off on the power trip of whipping a crowd into a mob. And it doesn’t excuse the mob. The sensible ones walked away. The rest should be charged.

I’m not a sports person, never really have been. I don’t get the excitment around just watching, and the million dollar star syndrome and merchandising is a bit disgusting in itself. I can’t help thinking that it’s all a long way from kids playing hockey on a frozen lake.  

 

You May Live a Long Time: Are You Ready – book review

I recently read an exceptionally good book by Lyndsay Green, titled “You May Live a Long Time: Are You Ready?” In it she tackles the concept of a ‘successful old age’ (not just financial success either!) and let’s face it, many of us are not only guilty of not planning for our retirement (waiting to win the lottery doesn’t count) we’re in absolute denial about it! Lyndsay talked to many seniors who are, under her terms ‘successful’, in that they are living happy, fulfilled lives.  The kicker is that my mum is one of the seniors she interviewed and I didn’t realize it, while I was reading it, something that one of her interviewees (they all have ficticious names) made me jump and say out loud “That’s my Mum!”
But aside from the fact that my mother’s successful seniorhood is enshrined between the covers (along with many others) this is a very intelligent assessment of what kind of behaviours and attitudes we need to cultivate to ensure the golden years are as happy and fulfilled as we’d like. Lyndsay has a real knack for seeing the patterns that emerged as she interviewed these lovely seniors and translating them into simple, actionable guides for those of us creeping up on those golden years, many of us with trepidation, some of us with abject horror (There are days…).
I would definitely recommend this book no matter what age you are because many of the behaviours and attitudes espoused are excellent ways to enjoy life here and now, not just when you get older.

Check out Lyndsay’s blog and you can find her book at amazon.ca

Rapture Today – Figures!

Bill and I just purchased a brand new 25 foot trailer (with a slide out). We are already in raptures over our lovely new home away from home. Haven’t really been paying much attention to the foo-forah about the latest ‘end of the world’ foolishness so when I realized that it is supposed to happen at 6pm (apparently it’s scheduled for 6pm everywhere, convenient, that) I sighed deeply and said “It figures! We finally seem to have gotten all the ducks in a row and the darned old Rapture’s going to happen.” Oh well, I guess I might have felt more cheated if it happened right after I’d paid off the trailer.  Kind of like when our house burned down years ago – somehow deep inside there was an appreciation that I hadn’t bothered to wash the dishes before leaving that morning. I suppose that if I was a more cautious person I’d be covering my bases and praying my ass off, but what with 1984, Nostradamus, Y2K, Killer meteor scares, and the ever-present (and real) threat of nuclear annihilation, I just don’t care anymore. If the end’s coming it’s going to find me completely unprepared because I’ll be busy living my life just as if I was in my right mind.

Why Do We Watch?

Yesterday Wildcat Video and the Dawson Creek Diner were consumed by a fire. Today the photos and videos are rampant. I could easily put a link to any one of several youtube videos showing the fire. I’ve looked at a couple but the only question that keeps prodding me is ‘Why do we watch?’
Many years ago I watched my home burn to the ground as I stood and watched. The second time I lost my home to fire I wasn’t there, couldn’t watch, and sometimes I think it was better that way.
Why do we watch? Is it the awe at the terrifying power of the flames, is it some strange form of thrill seeking? Obviously those in charge of putting the fire out or keeping their nearby homes or businesses safe have a bona fide reason to keep an eye on a fire. But why do people with no vested interest watch? What do we expect to see? I guess we’ve been watching fires for millennia and the fascination may be a part of our psyche, our human make up.
Why do we watch? I just don’t know. I only know that after you lose a home or your business to fire nothing is ever the same again. You may rebuild, you may even stop thinking of it as it recedes into ancient history in your life, but just catch a glimpse of that black smoke on the horizon and you feel that twist in your gut. You know that smoke. You know that someone will feel the way you felt that day. I am so sorry for the loss to our local business owners and I hope they can put this behind them and start anew. I will be there as soon as the door opens, returning my rented videos.

Curry etc…

Bill and I at 'Curry Et Cetera'
Bill and I at 'Curry Et Cetera'

Bill and I decided to treat ourselves to dinner out at the curry restaurant in Pouce Coupe, ‘Curry et cetera’. Not being familiar with Indian cuisine, the information about the food and how to enjoy the hot foods comfortably (using the rice or the bread to mitigate the heat – or adding sour cream or yoghurt) was very welcome. The service was excellent and very friendly and the food!!!! Delicious! Big thumbs up for Curry Et Cetera in Pouce Coupe!

Angels Bowling in Fort St John

Tina Tompkins and Peter Fehr reading "Angels Bowling"
Tina Tompkins and Peter Fehr reading "Angels Bowling"

My partner, Bill, and I were recently asked to perform at the first “Everyone Belongs” Coffee House at ‘Patch Java’ in Fort St John (BC Canada) and while we always enjoy getting out and performing our music, I was also very happy to have some talented young people recite one of my poems, “Angels Bowling”. Apparently they had heard of it through one of my friends and this blog, liked it and asked if they could recite it at the coffee-house. It was a very special moment – hearing someone else recite my poetry – knowing that something about it touched them. Thank you Tina Tompkins and Peter Fehr, for your lovely reading of my poem!

“Angels Bowling” is about how my father explained thunder and lightning to me when I was a child. The Back Story to Angels Bowling was discussed in a previous blog post.
There are many different styles that can be used to write a poem. I believe that the style you choose can and should complement the message. “Angels Bowling” is a rhymed poem with a very regular meter and rhythm and I feel that style projects the childlike innocence that the message requires. That is not to say that all rhymed, rhythmic poetry is childlike – certainly not – but in this instance, I think it worked that way.

Cyberspacial Limbo – a haiku lament

I showed up at the usual meeting place for my Saturday morning writers’ group only to find that I’d gotten the dates wrong. As I sat drinking my Market Spice Tea and nibbling on my fresh baked tea biscuit (Faking Sanity yummies) I connected to the internet with my netbook and tried to track down my writing buddies. I tried Facebook and email etc… no one was online! Finally I just phoned someone and confirmed my suspicions that I’d managed to be a week early!
Because I had another appointment later that day, I decided to get another tea and just do some writing – any kind of writing. What I ended up with is a six verse haiku lament about not being able to locate someone online.

Cyberspacial Limbo

Where are you now, friend?
Does my email languish in
your full spam inbox?

My friend request lost
In cyberspacial limbo?
Twitter me this, dear.

Why stumble upon
My space? I hear your word press
Against my ear, dear.

Well, Skype my I M !
Your broken link can’t find the
Internet Highway.

I spell your name – search,
But the way back machine lies,
As though you’re still there.

I Google you now.
Your SEO has fallen
From grace, you diggit?