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Butt in Seat, Writing: even with the occasional tumble down the slope of inattention....

For you, this Monday, thanks to the Blog-Me-Maybe BlogFest request for writing about… writing: a fanciful tale from a writer/writing teacher/in this moment creatively blocked individual seeking words, words, more words upon the page.

I have been under siege this week. Arguing with my beloved, kid schlepping, needing to do the this-and-that and everything-else-in-between. I am tired, flat out tired. I find my butt in the writing seat and I sit here, fingers sort of poised but nothing is coming off the end of them.

This is one of those curses of calling oneself a writing teacher: you are no longer allowed, by the Writing Teacher Police, to sit quietly and say nothing.

If I were Julia Cameron, I would start with the weather outside my window:

It was like countless other May days in Bakersfield: blue skies, no clouds in sight, and the air filled with the tangy scent of fallen mulberries.

This morning the black birds were playing tug of war with one of the berries. This ubiquitous purple fruit is everywhere during these few weeks of harvest and there are too many to count. Which black bird will be smart enough to let go of the berry and wander over to the other patch of lawn overflowing in berries. Which one of you fellow fighters are willing to fly up to that tree limb, also overflowing with berries?

I spoke to my friend on the phone about it since we have stopped fighting and he said, “We are in the midst of a senior citizen conversation. You do recognize that, don’t you?”

My very grey roots would agree with him. Note to self: wear a hat to the hair stylist salon today. I don’t want her to see two months outgrowth. It would be well, in a couple hours it will be embarrassing.

Suddenly I notice I am writing.

The words are floating from my fingers to the page all because I looked out the window and told the page what I saw. And just as easily as I started to seem even slightly on track with my writing, I tumbled down the slope of inattention.

Yesterday I had a conversation with Samuel’s teacher. I was breaking the law as I phoned her: “Oh, wow, an egret just flew past as you answered…. Oh, wow.” And then a silent beat before I said, “Do you know what an egret is?”

She didn’t. My mind raced to this memory rather than to how I overcame the block. As often happens, my passion became the one who diverts my writing flow. I googled and got lost in bird sites and then lost in facebook and then lost in wanting to know more and share more and then I thought, “Couchsurfing!” so I wander over there to check for messages concerning my search for a couch….and came back.

Each time I forgave myself my inattention and congratulated myself for getting words, any number of words, up on the screen.

I remind myself this: it is the reality of how positive it is to keep my butt in this seat even dribbling out words than getting out of my seat and giving up.

If I didn’t make it here, I could go to my favorite coffee place or to my front porch or snuggle up beside the river with a notebook in hand. Most important is giving words a context to flow within or slowly, in slug-like form, drip onto the lines, letter by weary letter.

My deep and all abiding word-love calls me to write, above all, just write.

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again April 24, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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Going Home is Like.... Wondering Which Home or Which Metaphor to Choose? #socsunday

Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt:

What is going home like for you? Do you still live in your same hometown? What kind of memories do you have associated with the place you grew up?

Well, it goes something like this....

I am sitting at my desk, out of breath, after nesting like crazy because my eldest daughter is coming home today AND we are hosting a couchsurfer tonight and tomorrow night. I always seem to procrastinate just enough to feel a mad scramble before arrivals. Maybe it is that I think it is somehow more exciting this way.

Nonetheless, the question today stumped me. I sometimes debate when proclaiming where I grew up. I lived in Glen Ridge, New Jersey, but I don’t have family there nor many friends still there. I have history there. I have a love for the place. I have not visited there in nearly nineteen years. I would love to visit again. Of all the places I have lived, this one probably fits me the best.

Isn’t that ironic? I hadn’t even put those pieces into place until just now.

I moved when I was fifteen to Dana Point, California. I disliked my second high school so much I graduated early.

Most of my true growing up, though, has happened right here in Bakersfield which is where I have somehow managed to live the longest. It isn’t because it is my home of desire, it just sort of happened. I have probably written here that I want to get out of here, but I never seem to be able to figure out the how to it.

Where I grew up there are a lot of smart people, it is in close proximity to New York City, not far from Boston and Washington. I remember cold in the Winter, humid in the Summer, lots of families with many children, everyone knowing each other. Here, I get fog in the Winter, Hot Hot Hot in the Summer. I do know a lot of people but none of them know me very well, really.

I judge knowing well on things like knowing what pizza I like and what my favorite movie is and knowing my day-to-day routine.

I feel like I still have a lot of growing to do.

And with that, I have laundry to finish and guess what?

My five minutes are.... over....

  This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post at AllThingsFadra.com
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

 

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 23, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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The First of the Last, The Beginning of the End, the Frontier of the Cliche Parade #storyaday15

I am going to participate in JuNoWriMo, the Summer version of NaNoWriMo - write a 50,000 word novel (or for me, perhaps memoir) - in thirty days. I've been playing with fiction during #Storyaday to see how I enjoy that particular writing process. Its been a while since I tried it. So far, I'm having fun. And June isn't here yet, so I still have some time to debate with myself... but lately I've been noticing the lack of female protagonists who are real women dealing with real women issues, so Kate is my first attempt to draw everywoman of 2012/13. She is the everywoman I didn't know I would relate to fifteen years ago when I still enjoyed the ingenue characters who did everything we expected and usually hung out with other characters straight out of a 1980's prime time soap opera.

It was a big deal to her, this first cord cutting, this first few inches of the door closing, this unexpected blanching caused her to shiver even though the temperature outside her window said 94 degrees.

“He won’t even notice,” she told her best friend, Charlotte. “It’s as if I’m in seventh grade and he’s in ninth and I don’t know how to speak to him to say what needs to be said.”

Charlotte nodded and pushed her gold rim glasses back up her nose. They slid down more often than they stayed up, which probably bugged Kate more than it bugged Charlotte.

“But I am not in junior high. I am a forty-five-year-old woman. He is a forty-two-year-old man. I am acting ridiculous.” She twirled the iced tea class in her hand over and over again. Charlotte stayed quiet. She never felt like she knew what to say so she stayed insistently silent.

Kate got up from her seat to refill her cup of iced tea. Charlotte listened to each footstep, slow and methodical. When those same footsteps came back, they sounded like butterflies lazily flapping wings against still air. “Ah, well. Worse things could happen, right? Let’s watch the Bachelorette!”

Charlotte raised her head and her glass at her friend, who momentarily sounded like the goofy version of herself again.

And for today, that's it for my Storyaday!

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again April 19, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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Any "Writing Thing" is Possible When the Word-Love is Strong Enough #row80

My Wednesday ROW80 posts are my process posts, usually about who I am being as a writer rather than "this is what I am doing as a ROW80 writer. On Sunday: nitty gritty numbers! Thank you for your visits and comments!

I’ll admit, it wasn’t a normal thing to do.

Then again, I don’t think many people would accuse me of being even remotely normal.

Maybe my siblings would since they don’t know…well, even they think I’m odd but perhaps for a different way than I am, in reality.

All my children had to do was invoke a couple blue-eyes squinted, “please please please!”es and I knew I didn’t have a choice: I was going into the dry fountain in the middle of the Joaquin Miller Park in Oakland AND I was going to be photographed at the same time.

I didn’t even realize the metaphor when I lowered myself into the well, convinced my girth would cause one of the pipes to break. There I stood, writing on the edge of a fountain that at one time spurted water elegantly through the park.

Writers are known for saying, “You must keep your well filled,” usually by doing things like writing morning pages and having a time to write daily or by hanging out with other positive writers or whatever extreme self-writing-care you may think up.

Yet there I stood. Scared yet insistent. I was writing in a piercingly arid well, proving that anything is possible when the love of words is strong enough.

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is
also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 24, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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What My Six-Year-Old Son Taught Me About Writing: (Hint: it has to do with Fascination!)

I stood at the counter at Office Max, waiting to get some printing done. I was in the midst of a very pregnant feeling, a quickening that occasionally whispers in my belly, "I am here, waiting to be birthed, feel the life within."

I was taking my little seedling and bringing it into written form, I wanted something documentary like… almost like the vivid "plus" or "two blue lines" of a home pregnancy test.

There was a man at the counter with signs from Auto Zone, an auto parts store. "My son loves Auto Parts stores," I shared. "We drive past one and he recites all the names of the other auto parts stores and asks me which one is my favorite."

"That's cool," said the auto parts man. "How old is your son?" Maybe he had a job opening he was trying to fill.

"Six," I answered.

"Six? Wow," he responded. No employee for now, anyway.

"Yeah, but his real love is water meters and anything related to measuring water flow. He loves man holes, gutters, anything that can get stuck underground and mess around in the sewers. He finds it fascinating. He can spot Water Meters on the exteriors of buildings that you never noticed before…" (I was just warming up) "and then the other day, I saw one on the side of the hospital, and I was so excited by how big it was, I did a U-Turn so he could get a closer look! Yes, my son just gets so excited about lots of things."

Auto Zone man looked at me and said, completely dead-pan, "I see where he gets it."

I responded with my trade-mark upbeat nature, "Life is so much more interesting when you are fascinated with things. It's a lot better than being perpetually bored."
I spared him the details of my household ban on the words "bored" "boring" or "boredom".

I felt the stirring in my belly again as I passed my flash drive to the clerk I work with most often at Office Max. He knows I, like Sam, am fascinated by much of life.

We exchanged knowing smiles and the Auto Zone man went to go shop some more.

What fascinates you?

Do the people in your life know it fascinates you?

We aren't always encouraged to be fascinated or to share our fascinations. Passion is something for the few, we may be told.

Julia Cameron reminds us, "If I allow myself to be bullied and cowed by other people's urges for me to be more normal or more nice, I sell myself short."

It makes me cringe when I hear Emma say, "I just want to be normal." or my children to say, universally, "It would be nice to be normal but its tough when we have Mom for a mother."

I laugh and pretend it doesn't hurt and that whole cultural norm thing kicks in hard no matter how many years are between us and junior high.

Scan your memory for recollections of fascination: when something held your interest beyond the norm.

Right now one of my friends is fascinated by Vikings. He is a font of Viking information. When I first got back from Massachusetts, I felt like all I could talk about was Concord, Massachusetts and the Transcendentalists. I was literally hungry for more information, more knowing, a greater intimacy with everything transcendental. My current fascination is Women Writers in Literary History. I am now writing my 28^th profile on that very topic!

What subject makes you hungry for more facts, more knowing, more intimacy?

Is there anything underneath that more obvious surface, like underneath my love of the transcendentalists is a desire to connect with friends intellectually. I want to have a circle of friends that can discuss and write poetry together.

Have you found some instances of fascination from your past and from your present.

Allow yourself to steep in a moment of "feeling" this fascination.

What lies underneath your fascination?

Allow these memories, these feelings, this energy be what you stir up in today's writing time.

Prepare to write:

Follow your fascinations into your writing.

_______________ fascinates me because….

When I write about ____________________ I am inspired to…..

This is my first post of the BlogMeMayBe Blog Fest. I am shocked to report I had completely forgotten about this project. Thankfully I am back on track as of now. Monday is May I tell you something about writing? Day! I hope you enjoyed these words.

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 24, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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Women Writers in Literary History from A to Z: Yuriko Miyamoto - Novelist, Memoir Writer, Feminist

One of my oversights in the original A to Z in Women’s Literature Series was not including any Asian writers. I have intentionally sought Asian Women Writers since the end of April and with this seeking, I have been especially fascinated by today’s subject, Yuriko Miyamoto.

Her varied background includes being born to a privileged family in Tokyo, traveling the world, a fascination with the Soviet Union, imprisonment and being a single, independent woman in the 1930’s. At TrueKnowledge.com they label her in this way: Yuriko Miyamoto (jp: Miyamoto Yuriko, February 13, 1899 – January 21, 1951), the Japanese novelist, person, writer, artist, author, novelist, communist, prisoner, feminist, victim, aquarius person.

It intrigued me to read some biographies which spoke primarily of her work with the Communist Party and/or her failed marriage and her successful marriage. Other biographies focused primarily on the Proletarian Literary Movement in Japan. There is even a film about her friendship – which may have been solely romantic or may have been romantic and sexual – with good friend and fellow woman writer and noted Russian Translator, Yoshiko Yuasa.

She published her first book at the age of seventeen. A Flock of the Poor was seen as genius and started her literary career on a heightened trajectory. She dropped out of the Japanese Women’s College after one year. Her mother felt her writing and behavior were “unladylike” so her father took her to the United States, where she met and married Akira Shigeru. This marriage between the two intellectuals was doomed. When it ended, Miyamoto began living with Yoshiko Yuasa.  The two moved to the Soviet Union for three years from 1927 to 1930. It was Yoshiko who encouraged Yuriko to write autobiographical fiction.

When the women returned to Japan, it was to the leadership of the Proletarian and Communist Movement in Japan. They returned to Japan nine years before the Second Russian-Chinese war in 1939 which some historians believe put Japan onto the map toward bombing Pearl Harbor.

What did Yuriko think about this war, I wonder?

The most important information one may glean from this wide variety of perspectives is this: Yuriko Miyamato documented and wrote of her experiences as a woman in a difficult time in Japanese History. If she had not written her novels and memoirs, this very important aspect of Japanese life would not be known. Her association with the Literary Proletarian movement makes her writing even more significant.

Until I sought out Asian Women Writers, I didn’t know about this movement in Japan. I am also intrigued to watch a film based on the relationship of Yoshiko and Yuriko.

Without their words, the world’s understanding of this era and these people would be very different.

Welcomed by the lavendar, the pink, the blue, the yellow not all that high thread count, at least. #storyaday

She made it seem like what she wanted was a Denny’s grand slam.

It appeared she was seeking pancakes, eggs, sausage and one other…. more likely than not unhealthy breakfast item.

That wasn’t it at all, though, to the careful observer would realize what she wanted was time, attention, affection.

Perhaps even to be thought of first, before anyone or anything else.

Perhaps that was too much to ask.

Perhaps her oft-recited self talk was right: she clearly didn’t deserve time, attention, affection.

She retreated into the darkness of silence.

Reminded herself asking for what she wanted was dangerous.

She didn’t turn any lights on as she changed into her familiar cotton nightgown.

The sheets, at least, welcomed her.

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 23, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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#SOCSunday: The Internet ~ Life Before Life in the Middle and Life Now ~

Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: How has the internet changed your life – professionally and/or personally?

 Coincidentally earlier today I was trying to remember when it was we got the internet here at home. I remember hearing the ancient dial up squeal. I remember Bianca was still here – so it must have been in 1997 or 8.

It wasn’t long after that I started my life coaching & personal development business. Life changed for me so much so quickly. I quit my job and my entire life seemed to revolve around online presence and teaching teleclasses and telephone coaching. I was online constantly and so happy with my life.

I eventually had a backlash to that and now seem to be settled into a relatively balanced relationship with the internet, but with my cell phone it is as if we are never separated. I love being able to google nearly any question I have. I love getting my email sent directly to my pocket. I love the speed of high speed internet.

I don’t like that I found out my mother had cancer via my nieces blog.

That is worse than finding out when I was fifteen we were moving from a neighbor.

I recently posted on facebook I didn’t want my death to be immediately announced on facebook or twitter. Some people said they wanted it posted soon after because otherwise they wouldn’t have any way of knowing. I still have a non face-to-face presence with my readers and far away, long ago friends.

I doubt I would be able to freelance full time without the internet.

I doubt I would be in contact with so many so effortlessly without the internet.

I enjoy the accessible knowledge.

I love the instant feedback.

When I have computer sabbaticals, I find I love the time away, too.

I will never complain about the internet, though, like some people choose to do. I will forever be grateful.

And five minutes are…. UP!

  This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post at AllThingsFadra.com
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

 

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 23, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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#Row80 Sunday Check In ~ Don't Blink or You'll Miss It!

How about a rare (for me) short and sweet check in for ROW80?

Here it is… don’t blink or you’ll miss it!

Complete the May StoryaDay Challenge. I am doing well with this. I have found a couple new story forms I have enjoyed writing, even dabbling in fiction outside the norm or my usual life writing.

Perform in at least Two Poetry events monthly. I have two standing gigs now, so I am increasing this to four poetry events monthly.

Continue to work on Women’s Sphere art/poetry project. I wrote a post this week on Lucy Larcom. You may find it here.

Exercise at least four times weekly for at least 45 minutes a session. I exercised twice. Better than zero with plenty of room for improvement.

How are you doing on your Writing Goals?

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is
also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again May 24, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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On Mother's Day: To Other "Invisible Mommies" or "Mommies-Who-Never-Were" ~ I Remember You Today #StoryADay

Twenty-two years ago was my first Mother’s Day. Twenty-two years ago was my most
painful Mother’s Day.

My First Born daughter, Marlena, would have been three months old. She was stillborn so instead, I could visit her grave but there was no baby to hold. It had taken me three years to get pregnant with her so I wasn’t all that optimistic about quickly having another baby and besides that all the “experts” told those of us whose pregnancy failed to wait a while before getting pregnant again.

Many people who know me today don’t know my stories of infant loss or infertility.

There is a part of me that feels like it was so distant, like another me or a long-ago friend who went through those circumstances. At other times, I tumble headlong back into the sadness. I realized this week she would be graduating from college sometime this Spring if she had lived.

I found out on the Friday before Mother’s Day twenty-one years ago I was expecting a baby again. Katherine. She is now twenty-years-old and just finishing up her sophomore year at Smith College.

I had a miscarriage after Katherine and then two more children.

My favorite job in the world is being a Mom. My children are my most significant creative project.

My heart still aches on Mother’s Day, though, for the women who sit in that place I did twenty two years ago: a mother whose only child had died OR a woman who would love to be a mother but for whatever reason, never had the opportunity.

I avoided church that year, I stayed away from restaurants giving out the requisite rose yet a part of me felt I was being disloyal to Marlena’s memory. I was a mother then, just a mother with Empty Arms. “No one understands,” echoed in my head. People tried to understand, but it felt like no one understood.

I cried and prayed, “I can’t make it through another Mother’s Day without a baby!”

My heart still cries for other invisible Moms out there – or other women who for whatever reason have never conceived or never carried a pregnancy to term or
Moms whose families feel "incomplete" for whatever reason.

This year, remember those Moms and their babies or babies-who-have-never-been. Be bold enough to tell them you remember, you love them, and though you may not understand their experience, you feel sorrow with them.

Please. Remember those women.

 

This post is a part of the StoryADay in May project. I plan to write a 300 word (roughly) story/vignette each day in May. With that, May You Be Blessed by

My Story A Day in May! 

 

Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again April 19, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.

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