Creativity in the face of madness

I work a full time job. I suppose most of us do. It’s how we support our families until the big payday comes through. As you can see, I’ve been working toward that for a very long time. I would like nothing more than to be able to sit at home and write all day. Someday, we will get there. It’s all about putting the words down and doing the work.

As I have written before, I have done a good portion of my writing while at work. I grab a minute here or a minute there or a thirty minute lunch break to write. Wherever I get the chance. “The Seven Isaacs” came to me easily because of the nature of the stream of consciousness writing. It’s easy. It’s fluid and with the advent of technology, it is convenient. I wrote a good portion of my novel on the iPad. Sometimes at previously inopportune moments, for example, in the passenger seat of a PT cruiser on the way to a wedding in the middle of nowhere. Technology is my friend in this venture and I am embracing it as a whole.

Today while at work, I was with a customer and the young man couldn’t give me his phone number. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t remember his own number. His father stood there and told me, “He’s an artist,” and shook his head. I responded with, “So am I,”. The father smiled and explained that technology isn’t is strong point. He insinuated that he didn’t need it as an artist. I was taken aback and really wanted to let loose on these poor fellows. Instead, I whipped out my iPad and showed them how wrong they were. Technology is crucial to who we are as artists. In any medium. Even a sculptor needs something to organize their creative fluids.

That being said, I want to say hello to all the new readers. As part of my “author platform” I’ve taken to Twitter to promote and self-flagellate. I’ve resisted Twitter for a long time. I’ve never really found the use for it. I never had anything to say before. I had my Facebook for my close family and friends and kept my clever witticisms to myself and felt Twitter a redundancy.

When it came to the book, that’s a different ball game. Within minutes it actually Came together and I was instantly welcomed into the community. It was THEN that I GOT IT. So, you’ve got me, Twitter. I’ve been looking for a new outlet anyway. I just didn’t realize that outlet was right there waiting for me. So, hello new friends and thank you for welcoming me into this community of writers and artists.

Continuing on… Let’s see, where did I leave off? Writing in the face of busy.

With my day job, I had a change in position. It has kept me much busier. Those opportune moments aren’t as great as they used to be. In fact, they are completely gone. That makes it extremely difficult for me to write. When I write at home, craziness always ensues. All day yesterday while at work, I could feel the Muse tapping on my shoulder. She was hanging out all day and all I wanted to do was write. My ideas were solid and flowing and ready to dive back in to my new novel, The Samurai and the Mountain. The characters were dancing in my head all day long and I was raring to pick up.

But, at the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. And sure enough, there was madness at my house. There were kids. There were dogs. There was a lot of screaming. The writing didn’t ensue, but a headache sure did! Tonight is going to be the same thing. Haunted Halloween party at my house. Twelve kids. Yet, I am determined to lay down some words. The story is calling me. I have to get out there and put those words down!

The plan is the plan. We will see what happens. All I know is that it kept me up all night last night. I woke up at five AM when my oldest decided that it was time to play Halo. I laid on the pillow and contemplated climbing from bed to write on the ol’ iPad. Needless to say it didn’t happen.

I’ve heard a wise old habit that I need to pick up. Set aside ten minutes before you start your day, every day and write. Just write for ten minutes. When the timer goes off, either stop and start your day, or if your day allows it, or the pile of dishes allows it, the laundry allows it, then keep writing. If work isn’t calling you at the end of your ten minutes, then go. Just write.

I need to start practicing that.

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