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Has a piece left you crying, emoting, or visibly shaken? Can you relate to it intensely or identified with it so strongly you feel the need to share it? Have you witnessed some exceptionally good writing? Then please forward it to me!
This is a call to my readers to help spread the good stuff we so frequently encounter. I’d like to showcase some of the brilliant writers we all know! They deserve some recognition.
Please link to those pieces in the comments or email to me – email@example.com
I will repost them as they are made available to me. I’ll also share those beauties which I’ve found on WP and other places.
Thank you!! 🙂
Not trying to knock my efforts here, but I don’t know if I would call it great art. One definition of art is that it is a form of creation, so expressed in that way, I DID ART! And I enjoyed it very much.
I was excited to be notified today that my sketchbook “I’m Fine” was received and within the next 6-8 weeks, it will be digitized for the whole world to see. When it’s live, I will post more information so you can see my creation for yourselves. Please be kind.
To give you a little bit of backstory on this, last year I ran across an ad about it and decided to participate. My thought was to showcase my writing in a non-traditional way. Seeing how I delight in being untraditional, this made perfect sense. Plus their mission statement below encouraged me to say “Hey, why not?” I loved the inclusivity of this project and it gave me an opportunity to try something different than I would normally do.
12 years ago when I started The Sketchbook Project, I wanted to create an informal outlet for anyone to create art, with a purpose. I believed and still believe in the notion that a creative community is stronger than its individual artists and that a project can be impactful in a way that is different than a traditional gallery.
With over 45,000 sketchbooks from 30,000 different global creative people, we have grown over the past 12 years to be the largest collection of sketchbooks in the world. We have reignited art careers, inspired first-time creatives and even helped a few marriage proposals.
We find ourselves at the intersection of the social and digital transition and analog ephemeral needs.
By allowing anyone to participate, we have grown to a massive worldwide community of not only professionals but amateurs, moms, dads, mailmen and more.
We do not believe in the statement ‘I’m not an artist.” Because it doesn’t matter. Share your story, draw your stick figures, just own it.
We can promise you a lifelong commitment to keeping your artifact safe while continuing to act as a time capsule for global creativity.
Thanks for being a part of our community.
FOUNDER / DIRECTOR
For more information about it or if you’d like to get involved with the next one coming up – Volume 16, click here.
A peaceful and quiet place, all noise removed, has been my retreat for not only my writing but my sanity as well. The feeling of being in a calm, safe space translates into a much happier me. This human-made structure (my home), devoid of people with only the bare minimum house noises, is where I also feel the most productive. I would imagine this rings true for many of us here on WordPress.
Once intruded upon, my surroundings become less appealing. There goes my peace of mind as well. It’s as if the boundaries weren’t respected, and chaos ensues. I always wonder how others react to or cope with intrusions. For me, my space becomes a complicated atmosphere, and I become tense and charged. Does that sound about right for you too?
Even music was considered an intrusion. Never before have I been able to write with music playing until I started listening to LP. It’s like she’s a friend holding me through the process. It’s an escape to warmth and caring. I happened to discover this when I wasn’t in my usual quiet space and still needed to get some work done. The distractions around me needed to be drowned out. It was not sufficient only putting the earbuds in, so I also turned on her music. Yay, no more external noises pushing against my boundaries, but then I realized I could also write with her streaming in my ear. Wow!
Her music takes me to a zone I can lean into comfortably. It’s a rhythm like none other. My being and my body begin to move and sway with it. I feel like I’m in my bubble again, but it’s enhanced. LP does this to me every time. Her voice, along with the music, makes me want to glide and fluidly command the space. She taps into a part of my nervous system that responds with relaxation every time, without fail. It’s like it all becomes one with the core of who I am. She becomes a part of me, living inside of me. And I can write because she doesn’t feel like an interloper. LP helps the process.
But I digress with this tribute to my all-time favorite artist. I do highly recommend you search her out, though. She’s phenomenal. Shutting up now. I’ll get back on track as this piece started about the peace and harmony I find in my little world.
After a 50+ year existence, I’ve had a lot of trials and errors to determine what does happen to work for me. Right here, right now – having a feeling of peace and experiencing a quietness like this has done wonders for my life. Not saying that life doesn’t still throw curveballs, it does! But even those are mitigated as I feel so much more rational than I’ve ever felt. That must be part of what the aging process does to a person, or? The mind knows what it wants and grasps it. Or is that just me?
The kids have moved on to the lives of their choosing. I sit at my computer and type to my heart’s content – books all around me whose words I get to devour whenever I want to. My head allowed to roam freely, contemplating everything and nothing. Because of all this, I’m experiencing freedom in a way I’d not previously experienced. I’m exquisitely fortunate to have this space called home to express my thoughts, and for that, I’m grateful.
May it last until I close my eyes for the last time.
rich epochal words
in laconic utterances
draw me in
with their martinet style
the writings feel heavy
but light in presentation
i aspire to reach
in my understanding
Yay! I can finally let the cat out of the bag! The Fictional Cafe has asked (and I’ve enthusiastically accepted!) the position of Associate Editor and Barista!! 🙂
It’s been a pleasure to work closely with Jack Rochester, founding Barista of FC, and I’m glad to be a part of its future! My responsibilities include reading the poetry submissions, approving them and ensuring all the types of submissions which are accepted are ready for publication. Jack and I also work to streamline the operations, making our day-to-day functions smoother. In addition, I also engage with our readership in conversations since this is a virtual coffee shop! It’s been wonderful to talk with the audience about the top-notch work we showcase at Fictional Cafe!
Fellow bloggers! I encourage you to submit your work to The Fictional Cafe, as they have a large audience to showcase your work. Take a moment to review the contributions which have been published. This will help you to get a feel for what we’re looking to promote. For information, please go the Submissions Page. I look forward to possibly working with you in the future!!
Each one I give birth to (write) will be nurtured (reviewed & edited) until it is grown-up (complete). Then I reluctantly let it go out into the world (publish it). My hope is that it is written well enough to have an impact on the world in a positive way.
My descendants (inspired audience) will continue the good that was started with just an idea or brief thought to hopefully make this world a better place.
May my legacy (my other babies) be remembered well.
Creativity isn’t planned.
Sometimes we intend to create something but then it takes us in all these different directions usually ending up with a piece which is so much different than how it started out. I love when that happens.
It’s what needed to be expressed. This creation was waiting for the right moment to be exposed. Almost like a message that needed to resonate, usually for the artist but sometimes an expression of a lesson to be learned by someone else.
It’s wonderful how art works.
of stuff to do
things to read
thoughts to write
and falling behind
Pressured and agitated
need to step back
my normal life cycle
trying to prioritize
I hope my friends
it’s not you but me
Took on a big chunk
and catching up
Busy and isolated
stuck more in my head
than is necessary
for my health
and recognizing it
Seems I’m not the only one
And yet another very positive thing to happen today!
I must tell you, it’s been a really good day for me!
If you have not read her work yet, feel free to visit her blog – Debatably Dateable – filled with poetry, romance, and love as well as poet interviews! I thank Megan for including me amongst the other poets.
To view the interview, click here.