Dry or Rainy

We are having a drought in Texas even while other states are having severe floods.

I’ve had my own droughts and floods lately in creativity. I’ve discovered that the more you welcome ideas, the more ideas you have. Rather than the well running dry after writing them all down, the ideas seem to open up the channels further and more come out. I couldn’t go to sleep, drive my car, or eat a meal without having to stop to jot down a new thought.

But then I went through a resentful time. I was so tired and stretched so thin, even though all the “obligations” were of my own choosing, that I shut down without realizing I was doing it. I kept pushing myself to write during my scheduled times so I wouldn’t go back to my old procrastination issues. It turns out my creativity is like a cranky toddler that has learned to say “no”. Or like a sky that won’t rain.

So now I’m trying out new ways of keeping the flow going. For the rest of September I plan to keep showing up at scheduled times, but whether I am “productive” or not, it’s okay. I won’t stress over it. After all, the reason I write is because, ordinarily, I can’t stop writing in my head. The ideas come unbidden and grow and develop into stories whether I write them down or not.

Eventually it will rain again, and I’ll be ready.

One Down….

Today I finished the first draft of my first novel. It is a very rough first draft, but finished none the less. I’m going to take a week off, then start revising. I would love to start my next one within a month or two. We’ll see…

No Squeak Zone

If you live upstairs from another human being and are going to do anything in your apartment, anything at all – even just situps or moving around while you talk on the phone – do it on a part of the floor that does not squeak. I’m just saying…

Listening

 Two friends have called me an angel. And neither one said it in a “aren’t you sweet” kind of way. They each said it was like an angel had come into their lives to help them. I didn’t think I deserved that at all. I just listened to their problems and encouraged them. I didn’t even solve their problems.
God listens. And if you pay attention, he answers too. 

The Effect of a Story

In Finding Nemo Marlin was reluctant to tell his story to the sea turtles, but when he did, two things happened. One, as the story spread through the ocean, it reached Nemo, gave him hope, and encouraged him to try again to escape. Two, it caused Nigel the pelican to recognize Marlin and save him when another pelican tried to eat Marlin and Dory on the dock.
In A Little Princess, when Sara offered to share her fanciful stories with Becky, the much-abused scullery maid, she got this response: “Then,” breathed Becky, devoutly, “I wouldn’t mind how heavy the coal boxes was – or what the cook done to me, if – if I might have that to think of.”
A good story can help us bear our burdens. It can give us hope, endurance, and the spark we need to try again after we think we have nothing left inside. It can touch the lives of people we never meet.