The Creative Stretch
Creativity is more than painting a picture or writing a story. It’s more than art. More than a way of thinking. It’s a skill. The same thing that allows us to daydream on the bus or design a building can help us find unique solutions to everyday problems, big and small.
Creativity is something we can improve, just like any other skill. It’s something all creative types, and perhaps everyone in general, can and should practice.
I like to practice creative thinking, not just by focusing on writing (my main creative outlet), but also by finding other ways to be creative. No act of creativity is insignificant, and something as simple has decorating my nails in a new and unique way or coloring page in a coloring book has value to me. Continue reading “Designed a Custom Header (And a Featured Image)”
I admit I’ve been distracted this week. In fact, I’ve been sitting on this post for days. I can’t help it; I was lost in an amazing book. (The Quantum Thief by Hannu Rajaniemi, more about that later).
And I finished it today, so here we are.
But even still, I’ve spent a lot of timing reflecting on the Blogging 101 course I’ve been spending time on this month. Continue reading “(Reflecting) On Blogging 101”
This is what I’ve learned:
Rule 1: Stay out of the way. If someone bumps into you, you’re cover is blown.
Rule 2: Don’t bump into anything or knock anything over. It doesn’t matter if they can’t see you, if you start making a ruckus.
Rule 3: While we’re on the subject, be quiet. Wear clothing that doesn’t rustle too much, walk gently, and don’t breath too heavily.
I’m upstairs in the bedroom when I hear noise in the kitchen. I got home from work early and came up to change. I finish dressing quickly. This is perfect. I prepare myself. I check my reflection in the mirror and it isn’t there. It’s weird not having a reflection, but that’s how I know it’s working. Continue reading “Lessons in Invisibility”
Last week was a good week for me as a writer.
I wrote a blog post for the first time in over a year! Even more exciting, I wrote a short story for Yeah Write, a weekly writing challenge. A whole short story. From beginning to end. I actually got to the point where I could go back and revise and edit. Revise and edit!
It’s short, less than 750 words (per the submission guidelines). But the shortness was the point. I have struggled so much with finishing things that the relatively small word limit appealed to me. Seven hundred and fifty words seemed long enough to be able to develop a well thought out story, but short enough to be feasible. It took some of the stress off. Continue reading “What 734 Words Can Mean”
The warehouse is dark, but with the goggles I’m able to see as clearly as ever. There’s music playing. It keeps the others out, the subliminal commands hidden in the frequencies, the commands that alter the minds of those that hear it. They can’t come in. Noise canceling devices don’t work. He does something with vibrations and frequencies. They told me, but I didn’t really catch it all.
But I can’t hear it. I can only feel it. I follow the vibrations through the building. I know the sound will lead me to him. As soon as I step in the room, he knows I’m there.
The music throws me back a bit. The force is more than I expect. I’m largely immune to the soft mind control of this Music Man’s powers, because I can’t hear the frequencies– the ones he uses to manipulate others, to plant suggestions into people’s minds. But I’m not immune to the physical manifestation of his power, the part of his power that allows him to change the speed of the vibrations and amplify them into a kinetic force. Slew tried to warn me, and I knew it was coming, but this isn’t really the kind of thing you can prepare for. A week ago I didn’t know any of this was even possible. Continue reading “What the Music Man Can Do”
I wanted to start to a blog because I wanted a reason to write.
But not just to write, because I always have a reason to write. I wanted a reason to write something from start to finish. I wanted a reason to share what I wrote.
I wanted to start a blog because I liked the idea of it. I liked the idea of composing a completed piece of work, of revising and editing it, of posting it for others to see. I liked the idea of a blogging community. The structure. The accountability. Continue reading “Where I Left Off”