130 – what’s your creative DNA?

Working my way through Twyla Tharp’s “The Creative Habit,” published some years back. One of her big exercises she puts you through is finding your Creative DNA.

Here are all the questions:

  1. What is the first creative moment you remember?
  2. Was anyone there to witness or appreciate it?
  3. What is the best idea you’ve ever had?
  4. What made it great in your mind?
  5. What is the dumbest idea?
  6. What made it stupid?
  7. Can you connect the dots that led you to this idea?
  8. What is your creative ambition?
  9. What are the obstacles to this ambition?
  10. What are the vital steps to achieving thi sambition?
  11. How do you begin your day?
  12. What are your habits? What patterns do you repeat?
  13. Describe your first successful creative act.
  14. Describe your second successful  creative act.
  15. Compare them.
  16. What are your attitudes toward: money, power, praise, rivals, work, play?
  17. Which artists do you admire most?
  18. Why are they your role models?
  19. What do you and your role models have in common?
  20. Does anyone in your life regularly inspire you?
  21. Who is your muse?
  22. Define use.
  23. When confronted with superior intelligence or talent, how do you respond.
  24. When faced with stupidity, hostility, intransigence, laziness, or indifference in others, how do you respond?
  25. When faced with impending success or the threat of failure, how do you respond?
  26. When you work, do you love the process or the result?
  27. At what moments do you feel your reach exceeds your grasp?
  28. What is your ideal creative activity?
  29. What is your greatest fear?
  30. What is the likelihood of either of the answers to the previous two questions happening?
  31. Which of your answers would you most like to change?
  32. What is your idea of mastery?
  33. What is your greatest dream?

129 – writerly angstiness

It’s been a weird year, and I’m in a weird space at the moment. Not exactly writer’s block (I mean, you’re reading this, so I’m writing, right?), but not exactly not writer’s block either. Every time I open the draft of “Flak Be Nimble,” my head explodes, and I will do anything short of standinAllBadWritersAreInLoveWithTheEpic-Hemingwayg on my head and whistling Dixie to be elsewhere doing anything but writing.

But… I feel as if I’m on the edge of something, and I just have to reach out and find it. Maybe I’m right (write?), or maybe it’s just my dodgy little brain doing one more thing to keep me from Chicken Littling all over the place. Whichever.

Pick one. Or find something else entirely…

120 – update and redesign on the way

As part of the overall move toward merging my personal, writing and business identities and becoming one person in front of the world, so to speak, this blog is going to undergo a sea change soon. It’s built on a much older version of WordPress, one that won’t even allow me to change the comment section so people can respond without having to “join” the blog. That’s not acceptable, so that’s one of the things that’s going to change.

I also want to change it to match the theme of www.lisachannon.com, my writing website, and lisachannondotcomimagethat’s not an option in this older version of WordPress, so that’s part of the other reason for the update. It’s possible I won’t be able to match it exactly, but I will hopefully at least be able to update it and match the feeling of the Radiate theme that I’m using over there, which I’m liking a lot. I had to move through three or four before I got there, but I like it now.

You can see by the image at right that it’s nice and clean, and I can use images from my own photography… plus the images at top will change each time you change pages and each time you come back or even reload the page, randomly. I love that, and it will get me back out taking photographs, which I also love.

What I don’t love is changing computers, which I’m starting to do this morning, from my work laptop, which I used to do everything for the last eight months, back to my personal computer… but to change my blog, I need to re-download WordPress again… and to do that, I need to be on my own personal computer. Bleah. Hate it. But necessary.

Hope all’s well with everyone.  Happy Mother’s Day tomorrow to those who celebrate!

118 – heading home this morning

“It’s 4 in the morning, and once more the dawning, just woke up the wanting in me…” such a lovely old song, subtle, hauntingly lovely and sexy. All I want is to be home without a car ride and a bus ride and a plane ride and schlepping my suitcase to my car and three hours’ drive home broken up by a quick Walmart Odessa trip. But, since I am not I Dream of Jeannie, I jeanniewill be flying to Midland from DFW this morning after a business trip.

Not a terribly successful meeting , but as three separate people pointed out to me yesterday, it’s not always about what you actually go on the trip for, it’s about everything else. Maybe there was someone I met, or something else that happened that will lead to something else. I think that it shows that people are really actually very optimistic creatures. Or they are full of ca-ca. Or just very nice to me. Or  all the above. You pick!

At least they let me go home. 🙂 Anyway, it’s off to the elliptical here at the hotel for me. Cannot recommend the Hilton Garden Inn highly enough. And no, they don’t pay me to say that. Staying just south of the airport. I sleep pretty soundly, so I didn’t hear the planes, though if I think about it hard, they’re there in the background. I used to live on the western fence of the airport, though, so you tune them out pretty quick.

I stay in them wherever I can (Hilton Garden Inns, not planes!). They have great staff, luxurious accommodations, and reasonably reasonable prices. Not Motel 6 prices, but then again, I graduated from Motel 6 a while back. 🙂

117 – missing something?

Ah… if you think a couple weeks of posts are missing, well, you’re right. If you don’t think anything’s missing, then pay no attention to the man, er, woman behind the curtain.

I pulled them all down for a reason.manbehindthecurtain

What reason you ask?


I’m writing.

I’m writing like mad.

About a lot of different things, and in a lot of different places. I’ve got one e-book up on Amazon, and it is in the proof stage. I’ve got one book that is headed for the proof stage.

I’m workshopping my autobiography, chapter by chapter, and it’s got a ways to go. I’m thinking seriously about turning the 90-day diet that I’m on into the last half of a book that I’ve already got the first half mostly written. The first half is about pre-gastric bypass, and the last half would be gastric bypass ten years later. Working title: “I Thought the Weight was Over: I was Wrong.”

Still thinking about that one. But–having to go back to for medical intervention to assist with appetite control ten years post-op is serious enough that it’s worth thinking about a book, anyway.

Plus, I’m working on my content management skills over on LinkedIn for Bryan and Gerardo at my day job, so I’m scribbling like mad pretty much all day every day, or reading, re-reading or proofing something I’ve read. Gets a little crazy, but I’m really loving it at the moment.

116 – blessed events and whatnot

I’m home, I’m home, I’m home–and a grandma once more – to the lovely and talented Haley Leann Brewer, born Thursday, March 19, 2015, at just after noon, weighing in at 6 pounds and 13 ounces and 20 inches long.  Kelsey Brewer, daughter extraordinaire, was delivered of selfsame tiny little burden by C-section, and, though the pregnancy was brought to term early due to issues with preeclampsia, came out of it all with flying colors.

I actually ended up going up a week earlier than planned–as she wasn’t supposed to be induced until March 27, still a couple of days from now as I write this. However, issues with the Haleypreeclampsia, including blood pressure remaining high, massive weight gain in a short amount of time, edema, all kinds of stuff and such, kind of forced their hand.  They tried to mechanically induce while I was there with Kels–and I got to listen to my brave girl scream some really bad words. She hung in there, though, but they finally gave up, thank the good Lord.

We were both scarred for life by that one–and I’m thinking if she does have a third baby, that will not be an option that she will contemplate for more than a millisecond.

But, as they say, all’s well that ends well.  And it couldn’t have ended any better – healthy baby, healthy mama, both now home from the hospital.  Tyler James, who just got bumped off his “only child” perch, wasn’t having anything to do with her for a while, but is apparently coming around now that they have her home. We all cave to the inevitable in the end.

Anyway – bread’s rising  on the stove. and I’ve got a virtual interview (I’m talking to someone about a position with the company that I’m working with–not interviewing elsewhere, I promise!) (I had to say that because my boss reads my blog, and he gets nervous about stuff. :D) in about an hour and a half. Got lots of other irons in the fire before then…

Off to the races!

114 – no requirement to repost whatsoever, I swear

One of the things I hate is when people on Facebook post vague, generalized references that they won’t then explain. It’s as if they’re seeking attention.

So, I’m about to do it, but do it in my blog. Which is better, right?

I’m sure you’ve run into this–Facebook has become such a ubiquitous part of our lives that I’ve found of late that I have to say “and don’t put this up on Facebook, please.”warningfb

Friends and family members have said the same to me, for various reasons. None of which I will cite, because I’ll be putting up a link to this blog post on Facebook once it’s complete.

Even any general references I put in this post will lead to identifying the players and raise hackles in various places, so I won’t. You know who you are. 🙂  And if it’s not you, then you’re probably not supposed to know.

OK – I will definitely admit that’s annoying.

But here is the remaining thought behind a VERY cranky post that I put up this morning. Which I then deleted.  But decided it needed to be said, anyway.  Unfortunately, the people that need to hear it most are exactly the ones who don’t read my blog. But still.

Here’s the message: If you are tempted to repost something that has, in any way, shape, form or fashion the phrase “Repost this if…” then you need to stop, right now. Seriously. Just of late, I’ve been abjured by posts that say “Repost this if…”

  • You’re Americanwarning2
  • You’re a Christian and proud of it
  • You’re an atheist and don’t care who knows
  • You are against abortion
  • You are for women’s choice
  • You’re a feminist
  • You’re not a feminist
  • You’re for gun control
  • You won’t let anyone take your guns away from you
  • And last, but definitely not least, “Repost this if you love me enough to repost it, because if you don’t repost it, then I’ll know who doesn’t love me just because you didn’t repost it.”

Stop it. You’re not in elementary school, nor am I. You don’t have to send me a note that says “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” Here’s a hint. If you’re on my Facebook feed, I probably like you. But every single one of those you post makes me like you a little bit less.

And, in the end, will make me respect you not at all.

We all have choices–and if you feel that strongly that you need to repost that stuff just so you can see who your friends are, then the only thing you want is friends who think exactly the same way you do. I honestly prefer my friends to think for themselves, rather than think exactly the way I do.

Just saying.

Rant is now over, please go back to your regularly scheduled programming.