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Wednesday I finished editing a book I wrote, now let me see, it must be 15 years ago. It’s a story about the adventures of a thirteen year old boy named Joey. I wrote the first draft of the book during the time I was in a long-ago writing group. It was an UNFINISHED CREATIVE [...]
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Today I’m making a case for not setting goals. Whoa! How can we proceed without GOALS? How on earth do we know where we’re going if we don’t set out all the steps ahead of time? I know there are many experts who will strongly disagree with me, and they will make great arguments. They [...]
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This week I’ve been ‘roaring through’ the edits on my book in order to get it back to my official editor. It’s going very quickly and I’m very focused on it. In fact, I’m so focused that a few times I didn’t hear the kitchen timer I set for an hour so I’ll stand up, [...]
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I love discovering new techie tools, but it’s not the techie tool itself that excites me. What excites me is how I can use it to be creative. I find new ones all the time and the list got so long that I had to create some qualifying questions to make decisions about them. Otherwise [...]
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I just enjoyed a fabulous week on a cruise ship. The cabin that I was in on the starboard side of the ship (that’s the right side, for all non-nautical people like me). Standing on the verandah, I spent a fair amount of time just watching the boat cut through the water, creating wave after [...]
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Well I’m excited! Today marks the first day of a new column on Creativity Shifts. The column is called The Grounded Wingnut. Let me explain what Grounded Wingnut is for, and why I’m choosing to call it by that name. I’ll start with the name. Yes, I admit being just a wingnut by itself might [...]
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The Alchemical Process ~ An Allegory One night she dreamed. In the morning, not remembering the story of the dream, but remembering the meaning, she knew what she had to do. She found clay, rich from the earth. In her hands the clay became many things. She ‘saw’ into the clay and knew the form [...]
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