Today, I’m sharing my simple way of using creativity to get out of that pesky rut.
This week was a bit of an off week. Even though when I look back, I was productive. I have only two chapters left of my “final, not final” manuscript edit and I ran two days for the first time in forever.
Still, I felt off. It’s Friday now and I have a fun lake weekend ahead of me, so I know I need to drop those feelings. To me that means being creative. Creativity equals relaxation in my mind.
I love finding quotes, photography, and writing inspiration on Pinterest. That is one of the most common things you will find me doing and one of the easiest ways for me to get out of my head.
So this morning, I searched for a good flower quote or something to title this post that related to my flower photography (something you can find more commonly littered on my Instagram).
Being creative is a simple thing. Most people overthink it. You don’t even need to create something tangible, just put yourself into a rabbit hole of Pinterest or Instagram, full of pretty pictures and words.
Write a story using a different letter for each sentence (repeats allowed, but not consistently).
After herrun, Josie wandered slowly back to her house, trying to delay her meeting with lovely Aunt Betsy. Betsy did nothing to actually be an aunt, or an adult figure for that matter. Confident, yet ignorant, she moved in after Josie’s parents passed in a car accident when she was very young.
Dad and mom were words Josie never knew and though it hurt, she was okay with that. Eventually, she learned they loved her more than anything and that was enough for her. Freak accidents happen and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Gradually, her steps became slower and shorter towards her front door. Halfway home now and Josie didn’t hold in her groans. Ideally, Betsy would be gone for work, but she knew today that Betsy wanted to talk with her.
Josie was close now and she could see her aunt standing on the front porch. Knobby knees peeked out under Betsy’s pink fluffy robe and she had rollers in her hair. Laughing lightly, Josie couldn’t deny Aunt Betsy gave her a good chuckle on occasion. Most of the time she didn’t give a care in the world about what others thought of her and Josie looked up to that.
Now, Betsy was looking right at Josie with arms crossed. Overly intense would describe the look on her aunt’s face. People would definitely be staring if it wasn’t only six in the morning.
Quietly, Josie made her way up the porch stairs and right through the front door, letting Betsy follow behind her. Right now all she wanted was a shower, but she knew better than to leave her aunt hanging.
“So,” her aunt started, “when were you going to tell me about this?” Two pieces of paper sat on the kitchen counter in front of them. Usually, Josie brought her mail to her room, but this seemed like an easy way to break the news.
“Virtually every one of my friends has left,” Josie said, “and I’ll be damned if I’m staying here alone.”
“Well,” Aunt Betsy said, with a stern look across her face, “I’m very proud, Jo. Xerox it because I want a copy.”
Youthful grins popped out on both of their faces, as their true feelings of each other were revealed. Zero chance that copy would happen, but Josie was finally accepted into art school and they were finally both happy.
Have you ever been in a frustrating place in your life and it leaks onto your friends and loved ones? It’s much more common than you think.
Thank you for reading! My take on this prompt led me to use each letter of the alphabet in order—a great writing exercise it turns out!
Dancing: Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes?
The rhythm is steady, aside from a few late taps that cause the next to be much louder from trying to get back on beat.
She smiles because of it.
Music has always been her thing and she loves to she others enjoying it, even if they lacked any sort of rhythm.
That’s why it’s so beautiful to her. Music doesn’t discriminate. It’s there for anyone and everyone to love, to create, to listen to and it’s always there. No matter the situation, music is there to calm, to relax, to rejuvenate.
She gets lost just thinking about it. Closing her eyes and letting a smile grace her face, she takes it all in, beat by beat.
She can sit there for hours in the little live music cafe down the street. At least, it seems like hours, even if it’s just a few minutes.
That’s even more beauty of it. She can leave her reality and relish in a whole new one brought on by a melody laced with words, or perhaps a melody alone.
She opens her eyes and scans the floor. Tapping toes are everywhere. Another smile pulls at her lips because tapping toes only comes from one thing.
Sometimes I think these need to be longer, but then I remind myself there’s no rules to writing, just many guidelines (aka grammar–definitely follow grammar guidelines).
My goal with these prompts is to be writing everyday and pushing my creativity, my way of weaving words together, and my story lines in general.
It’s working very well so far.
Join in the challenge of pushing our writing limits with me! Write a prompt everyday and make sure to let me know, so I can read and cheer you on!
The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
It’s the weekend and time to run the monotonous errands of buying groceries and miscellaneous items for around the house.
I roll of out bed and wobble straight into the bathroom, barely managing to walk around corners and desperately trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
It only takes an hour or two to get fully ready. I’ve dressed, cleaned up, and eaten breakfast. It’s time to get on the road and I haven’t spoken a word.
The trip around the grocery store goes quick. I have a list that is extremely similar every week and I know right where to go. A few closed mouth smiles to strangers are given as I walk, but mostly I keep my head down. I mumble a thank you to the cashier, but only if I decide to not do self checkout, which is quite rare.
I leave, rushing to my car, with only a few bags to carry.
The next store goes the same and before I know it, I’m home again. It’s quiet because it’s empty, so I immediately turn on some music or a movie to fill the space.
Everything gets put in its place and I collapse on the couch, mumbling a curse word because I sit on a remote that changes the channel. My voice is a bit hoarse. That is probably the third word I have said all day.
I get all comfy with blankets wrapped around me and sink into the couch when I realize I left the entryway light on and my snack on the bar table. Groaning, I roll out of my cocoon and drag my feet.
After I get settled a second time, I channel check because my movie is over. Strangely there is a holiday movie on even though the holidays have passed. It’s about a couple, so I move on, but mostly I move on because it is about the holidays.
I finally land on some reruns of my favorite series and drift off to sleep.
I think the hardest part about loving someone who doesn’t love you back, or the more common being alone and growing up alone, is watching people who have someone to do simple daily tasks with them. They always have someone by their side to make decisions, to have fun, to grab the remote when it sits all the way across the room.
I think its hard to be alone and have no one to talk to about silly little things, but knowing it’s happening to others.
Story prompt #2! Already broke my goal of one a day, but that’s okay!
This one kind of veered from the original prompt, which is normal. No one knows where their writing will go!
Here’s the link to 365 story prompts if you want to join the challenge of writing as many as you can!
Today’s post isn’t exactly religious because I’m not exactly religious. I don’t really know what I believe or who to believe, but I know there has to be some sort of good out there.
What brought this on is actually sort of silly in a way, at least for those who don’t follow or cherish sports.
If anyone is a football fan, you may have heard or watched a video on the recent Vikings and Saints game.
I’m from Minnesota and pretty much went through 20 years of stress in ten minutes. All my nails got chewed off, I was wrapped up in a blanket like a cocoon in the corner of my couch, and there was nothing I could do to calm down my pounding heart.
Recap: We were down by one with like 20 seconds left, had some incomplete passes, a false start, and all our hopes were shattered… again. That is until Case threw a pass to Diggs and instead of just stepping out of bounds for a chance at a field goal to stop the clock when the other team missed the tackle , Diggs ran into the end zone right as the time expired and we won with a walk off touchdown.
I’m honestly still reeling and this was two days ago.
Anyway, that’s not the point of this post. When asked about the play, both players pointed to God and gave Him all the glory.
Again, while this is heartwarming and humbling for me to watch, I just don’t know where I stand with religion, but what I learned is that God or whatever good force of nature is out there will never give you a chance if you give up.
Those boys played to the literal last second, never giving up, and succeeded.
The chances won’t come if we give up, so I’m not giving up.
I just recently turned 25 and while I can look in the mirror and still feel 21, it’s hard knowing I’m not. I thought I would be in a much different place than I am now.
The year of 24 was plagued with a lot of anxiety that only let hope trickle in. It was my darkest year yet and I’m still struggling on pulling myself out of that hole.
The only thing that helped was my obnoxious imagination.
It still helps today and pushes my writing even further, but unfortunately it acts as a curse, too. My dreams stretch so far that sometimes I’m left in the dust behind them with little hope I’ll ever get there.
But I’m trying and I’m taking one step at a time. Things will never happen if I don’t try and that’s what I have to remember everyday.
I wrote this at some point in 2017. Written for a little writing challenge about flying, it became a short story outlining anxiety in a different way.
Wind glided across her skin, melting into her hair and flowing around her body. Kya held her eyes closed, not needing to see the darkened clouds blending into the bright sky around her. She was used to it. Instead, she marveled in the feeling of being up high and alone— the feeling of being in control.
Her lips slowly turned up into a grin. Kya flipped to her back and stretched out her arms to the side. She reached through the tips of her finger and toes. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, erupting in a giddy shake. Her hips and arms danced. She wiggled all the way down to her fingertips.
Kya’s long mane of hair whipped around her face and she grasped at her neck, pushing away the strands. She held her palms to her forehead, keeping her locks out of the way and finally opened her eyes.
She seemed to be in a cloud at this point. It was a hazy gray, but light enough to see through. The bright blue of the sky shown through like a diamond through dirt. It was beautiful and gave her an extra jolt of energy.
Kya brought her knees to her stomach, flipping back around, and pushed up even higher in the sky, like a rocket taking off into space. She twirled in circles, bringing her hands up above her head.
An icy touch sparked her fingertips. She jerked them back to her sides, but the damage was already done. She felt the cold run through her veins, causing the hairs on her body to stand taut.
She began falling, the force that was pushing her up no longer swimming around her. It left slowly, draining from her body inch by inch. It was only when the last of it left her toes that her smile left with it.
The air twisted and pulled at her legs, her arms. She could barely see through the mess her hair had become. It was knotted and plastered to her face. Her breathing became shallow because each time she opened her mouth to take a breath, her throat closed up to keep everything out.
She spun in the air, the speed of her downfall pulsing into her chest. She tried to maneuver into different positions, anything that might help slow her down, but it was no use.
The darkness was in clear sight. The hole was smooth and deep. She knew because she dug it herself.
Kya opened her eyes as wide as she could and took one last look at the beautiful blue sky above her. With a sigh, she accepted the darkness and it swallowed her whole. She landed with a thud on at the bottom. The ground was comfortable and she was used to it, but it didn’t make her like it.
She let her body fall back and her head bounced on the dirt underneath her. It was almost like a pillow, though not as reassuring.
Her eyes closed and she placed her forearms over them. After a few deep breaths, Kya let herself fall asleep, her stomach still in knots.
She knew what was happening and she knew the logical way to get out of this hole, but all she wanted to do was sleep and attempt to get her mind off of it. She couldn’t explain the exact reason why she wanted to because she didn’t even know herself.
It was just another happy day, followed by a sad night. Her ups and downs were endless, but she still kept going. After all, it’s one step forward and two steps back and one day her step forward was going to be a whole hell of a lot bigger than her two steps back.
It was a cold one, but boy did it feel good to get out and explore with the camera again! Definitely could have gotten some bomb ass shots underneath the waterfall, but so many people have been trespassing that they started giving fines and I have no money, so…
Also, it was slightly warmer out, so with my luck an icicle would have broken off and hit me in the head and I would have fallen and broken a bone.
I do have a new zoom lens though, thank goodness!
|First three shots are off my camera, last three are off an iPhone|
It’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog, but I’m excited to get back because I let myself be myself here (aka swear words and rambling).
I am writing a book that I love and yes, I realized I will say that every time, but this one is gold, for real.
I’m on the second-ish draft, which is the one where I completely retype it to add in more scenes because I actually didn’t have enough words. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or not.
I’m trying to reach 70,000 and I ended at just over 50,000, so this will be interesting.
This serves to be the first update, though, of my journey to publication. My life dream is to be an author who can sustain herself (and a family) on just writing. My pipe dream is to turn that into screenwriting and filmmaking. I definitely should have went to school for that during one of the two times I went to college, but oh well, we all make mistakes.
My book is called A Hero’s Secret and here is a just for fun cover I made for it! Yay!
Seriously, though, how cool would it be to hold a physcial copy of your own damn book in your hands?