“Play Ball!”

Life repeats itself. Since Gavin was born, nearly nine years ago, his sister Addison has competed in dance competitions across the region. This weekend is no exception. Gavin asked if he could hang out with us instead of driving in the van with Addison and her team to Tulsa this weekend. I thought this was fitting.

LEFT: Grandpa giving Gavin his bottle. Note the Baseball!
RIGHT: Gavin having his second bowl of Frosted Flakes. Double header today.


So, eight years later, on the same weekend, we’re hanging out with Gavin. I may work a little around the house, then join the boys after the first game begins. It’ll be a perfect day for it. I get little done when he’s here. I don’t care; what I’m supposed to get done when he’s here is spend the time with him. What a job, I’m lucky to get to do it. Blessings all around.

Last night, he asked me if he could do Word Search on my phone. He’s such a smart kid, it impressed him I was on Level 633. He commented it was harder than it looked. I told him he was solving the grown-up Word Search, not the kid one. He brightened up immediately. I think this game is just as good as reading sometimes. It helps him learn and keeps my brain working. Win/Win for Grandson and Grandma!

I’m a little puzzled by the way I’ve been feeling lately. It appears when I’m in a creative and learning mode, I can have a lot of understanding and enlightenment about my writing, my business, all the marketing involved, and I’m full of energy. I feel like I could slay dragons after those sessions. And then, I may go sit where the heating pad can comfort my twisted muscles and spine. Within twenty minutes or so, I’m exhausted and get nothing done the rest of the day. Do other creatives experience this? If you do, help a girl out and drop me a message or comment here. I’m perplexed why this happens and wonder if it’s from creating?

There is so much talk (and I believe it) creativity is like giving birth. I know that was very tiring and rewarding. I expect publishing my kids’ books will be, too. Right now, I have some house projects that need to be finished. Other things do, too. And yet, I need to have a day or two for a quilt I’m itching to work with. It’ll all work out. It always does.

As I continue along reading the book by musician Ben Folds, “A Dream About Lightning Bugs,” I marvel at the way his creative mind works. He tells of creative visualization and how it resonated with him. Eureka! Maybe that’s what I’m doing. As he says, “results fueled by temporary delusion.” That makes me laugh, but it’s true. He describes visualizing what isn’t currently happening as making you a little crazy. And being crazy zaps energy. Eureka! Could that be why I’m so drained after writing and learning every morning? Working towards what you visualize “scratches the itch.” Makes perfect sense to me. With my birthday in a few weeks, it couldn’t be from age, could it? Hmmmm. Be careful how you answer that!

If you’d like to read Ben Folds’ book, it’s “A Dream About Lightening Bugs,” and is available on Amazon, etc.

As we trek to the ball field again this Saturday, I’m grateful for much warmer weather today. Way better than last week was; no coats today. Shade and sunscreen are the order of the day. Thanks for reading, I hope you have a fabulous day. We will. Be Kind. Be Safe. Be Thoughtful. Let’s pay things forward or backward. Do something for someone. You’ll feel great. See you tomorrow.

Self-Assessment

This and next week, I’m taking lots of online classes. A Facebook writer’s group I belong to, Write Without The Fight, has a series this week that will help us blast through those times we just can’t write. There are lots of theories why we “get” Writer’s Block. I might agree we’re procrastinating; and it’s usually out of fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of not writing well, not being liked, etc. stops a lot of people. By my point in life, that doesn’t matter anymore. 

Our questions were twofold; What kind of creative thinker are you?; and what kind of thinker are you? “What,” you say? I say it depends on what I’m doing. Why?

As a retired systems analyst, I received calls to Mutual of Omaha in the middle of the night. There would be a problem over a program ending abnormally. I had to be a divergent thinker (full of ideas). We needed to think fast; get the program going again. I can go back home to sleep.

Working on something I’m unfamiliar with, I had to be a slower thinker. Assessing what the program was doing. And why. Looking where we might make a change. Then test the results before having Operations do their thing.

I’d do some convergent analysis. Work at a slow pace. Think things through. I took a few perfect places to insert the fix. I needed to get home. The kids needed to get up for school. I would get ready to go back to work, in full business work attire – showered, suit, pantyhose, blouse tucked in, hair and makeup done. One memorable night, I went to bed at 11:30 p.m.; they called me at midnight; I went to the office and returned home at 6 a.m. Short night for sure.

As a “retiree,” and now an author, a woman who created her own publishing company, her own daily blog, and soon to release a children’s book, I use my brain in creative endeavors, until it comes to the business part of my life. Then, well, it’s all business.

I can’t wait to hear about today’s class, at 2 p.m.; Name the Unnameable. Thy name is Writer’s Block? My personality kind of shuns the trendy things, writer’s block being one thing I sort of doubt. What keeps me from writing? Time, most of the time. And chronic pain, when I just can’t sit in my office chair anymore. Oh, I can go to the recliner. It’s not isolated from everyone (the dogs, the Babe), and what they’re doing.

I write better when I’m at my seat, feeling the creative vibes of my studio/office. It’s my safe place for sure. Just like the old Beach Boys song, “In My Room.” Being the only girl, I had my own room. My sanctuary. My hurts were left at the door, and I’d enter a world where I drew, designing clothes, wrote plays for my girlfriend Karen and I to act out, and wished all the stuff teenage girls wished.

Now, in the Home Office, my quilting studio, my writing and business office, I dream, design quilts and stories, and get ready to tell the world my stories. There’s always a story. Make yours a good one. I will, too. Thanks for reading today; time to go pick up groceries. The fridge looks like one in a single guy’s apartment. Bare! See you tomorrow!

Creative Souls

While having morning coffee and thinking about my meeting with Cartney McGuigan yesterday, I recalled part of our conversation where she was explaining to me how she does her art. She told me her brain just takes off, and it happens. That’s exactly how it is in my creative zone. Since I do several things besides write, and I know exactly what she means. We couldn’t explain it with words. I know what she’s trying to say. You can’t explain it. But someone else can understand it. So cool, isn’t it? I had such a good time connecting with her over our book. More fun to come!

I have enough information for planning my creative endeavors for the year. I can now make a loose plan for every month. I believe I’ll start at the end and go backwards from there. I need to schedule some “play” too. Before I started writing, I joined a quilters group determined to “bust UFO’s.” Unfinished Objects (quilting projects, to be exact). The idea is, we make a random list of twelve projects we haven’t finished. You see creative minds just kind of wander sometimes. Some say Adult ADHD causes that. I’m not sure of that. 

I could do a UFO sheet for embroidery, quilting, clothing construction, painting, and reading many of the books I want to read. I pray I still have my vision and ability to move both hands. I could still do the things I love to do. Mom’s vision diminished terribly with her strokes, and I see what a struggle that is for her. It’s awful.

So along with eating better, (I’ve lost 25 pounds since October 2020), I’m making a commitment to my creativity by managing my time and projects better. I’ll get more accomplished every day. I will make a dent in my UFO pile. More book ideas are floating in my head. I need to make some notes about. It’s how my brain works. I’m just going to work with it, not fight it.

I absolutely LOVE the Michael Strahan quote above. He is one of the most positive people on earth. I admire how he’s lived his life, devoted to his kids. Not a lot of famous people are. It goes back to how his parents raised their family. He’s continuing that tradition with his family. Great to see. Anyway, one of my imaginary ideas is to have him interview me for GMA when my books are selling like hotcakes! Great idea, eh?

As I’m preparing to do our taxes today and tomorrow, that is the ONLY look backwards I’m taking. I get to deduct a lot this year for my writing expenses. Right now, it’s still considered a hobby, so it’s ok to do that. I’ll be doing a lot of sorting papers, but that allows for your mind to wander. Good ideas can happen then. I look forward to it.

Stay warm if you’re in Nebraska’s deep freeze. It’s terrible. We are going to a Valentines dinner and dance at the Post, but it’s so cold I think staying home sounds better! (Not really, it’ll be nice). Be Safe out there. Wear your masks. Watch out for black ice, too. It can get you even while walking. Thanks for reading, I’ll see you tomorrow!