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For Your Writing and Creative Inspiration: Questions, List, Image, Prompts & a Jane Goodall Quote

Ponder today: What kind of difference do I want to make?"

 Welcome! This is a new series I am starting because of the Ultimate Blog Challenge in October. It is something I have wanted to introduce for years - literally - and now is the perfect time.

It will be a daily quick read - and then a compansion as you consider the prompt, the question, the suggested list making and the quote throughout your day.

I am so glad you are here. I am so glad you have chosen to increase your creativity and creative thinking. Bravo!

October 9, 2013

"What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make."

― Jane Goodall

Questions:

Have you considered what kind of a difference you want to make in this world?

What would you do to make that difference if you knew, absolutely, you would succeed?

List:

Brainstorm a list of at least 10 activities you could do that would make a difference in the world in the short term, medium term and long term.

Prompts:

 I have decided one difference I want to make is...

If I had a week to live, what I would do to make a difference is....

 

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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist. Her word-love themed art will be for sale at First Friday starting in November, 2013 Downtown Bakersfield. Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.

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Welcome to my first  post (of 31!) for the October Ultimate Blog Challenge. Watch here for Your Writing & Creative Inspiration! Word-Love to YOU!

 

© 2013 by Julie Jordan Scott

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Curiosity & Passion: Linked for a Living a More Passionate Life

To Read this series from the start, please visit this #31 Days Link after you have read this essay.

 

If Passion had a fairy godmother she would be curiosity: an avid interest in life itself and the lives of those she encounters.

Last night Emma and I were at the First Friday artfest/street fair here in Bakersfield. When we don't have time to go visit galleries we stick to the sidewalks where off-the-grid artists collect. I get lots of hugs and we usually buy some small things to encourage the artists to continue creating.

I met two eleven-year-old young women entrepreneurs selling their creations. I was immediately excited and sharing my enthusiasm with the girls and their parents. Emma told the second mother-daughter-father trio, "My Mom likes to interrogate my friends like this, too, and for some reason they really like her!"

The Dad agreed with Emma's friends saying, "Well, she takes an interest."

People love when they are the center of your curiosity, your interest.

Have you heard the truism that if you have a conversation with a person and simply ask them questions about themselves they will go away from the discussion thinking you are the most brilliant, fabulous person they have met?

The thing is, if you make curiosity a practice, you will become closer to people immediately. You will feel more connected to the world, immediately. You will find yourself delectably wonderful as well.

See? Curiosity IS Passion's fairy godmother!

 

 

Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist. Her word-love themed art will be for sale at First Friday each month in Downtown Bakersfield. Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.

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Crack Open Your Inspiration Wherever and Whenever and However You Find Yourself.

Crack Open Your Inspiration Wherever Your Are Whenever You Want!

I have a story for you today about a time devoted, conscious action invited inspiration to crack open within me – and how to tap into inspiration anytime using any creative medium or method.

The illustration uses  photography and writing. These experiences can be translated into any form of creativity, even if that creativity is related to building your business or strengthening a relationship or writing a poem or sculpting a new form.

Take what I offer and let the words help to crack inspiration open in you in a profound, new way.

These are the beginnings of a salt shaker sketch

I know you are ready – and willing – and have intense desire and focus.

 Step into it, now – with me.

 My friend Victor and I were in the midst of a conversation about motivation and inspiration yesterday. We were talking about feeling it and not feeling it and what our responses were, either way.

I told him about my recent journey from Bakersfield to Corona del Mar and back again in one day for my Uncle’s funeral. It felt different, that day, because I didn’t feel compelled at all to pull my notebook from my backpack and catalog my experience with words. “It was strange,” I noted without further reflection or judgment.

Pop Art Salt Shakers

 I added, almost absently, “I did take a lot of photos, though.”

 I took a quiet breath. “It was something, taking photos.”  My words sounded almost like an apology.

 I turned the conversational attention to my friend.

 “What about you?” I asked. “What have you photographed lately?”

 “Not a thing,” he answered. “Nothing has interested me.”

 I coughed, gagged and sputtered. I heard some version of a vocalized “What?!”

Editing photos is another way to crack open inspiration.

burst from deep in my lungs.

 He asked me a question, “What am I going to photograph here in Podunk, USA?”

 I was speechless, absolutely speechless. Victor has taught me so much about making forward progress no matter where I am, my dear friend saying there is nothing to photograph in his version of Podunk, USA, which is very similar to my town, a similar version of Podunk.

 Victor’s lack of inspiration right where he was, Podunk or not, shocked me right into wordlessness.

 I decided to take a slightly different angle to our conversation.

 “Remember how you have complimented me for having a great eye in my photos?” I asked him.

It was the salt shaker's twin, taking form in front of my eyes.

He nodded yes. “How do you suppose I developed what you describe as ‘a great eye’?”

 Silent pause.

 “You take a lot of pictures.” Victor responded.

 “Yes, I take a lot of pictures. Every day I take pictures. Here, in Bakersfield, my version of Podunk, USA, I take photos every day. I write on most days."

 Every day I take photos of aspects of life I find interesting because I choose to find the images right in front of me interesting. I choose to be interested in objects which may not be notable to anyone else but me. I want to be fully engaged so I engage with what is in front of me. It is so simple.

Later in that week, Victor sent me some photos he named, "The Pepsi Can Series" which I followed up with my "Salt Shaker Series" which include the photos you see in this essay today.

 That’s what living a creative lifestyle is about, it is about an invitation to become more fully engaged in your life.

 What will you choose to be interested in today?

 I choose to be interested in the metaphors during my journey of the past several days. Of architectural elements, of cornices, archways, doorways, the tiles in benches and walls. I choose to be interested in changing perspectives, in looking from the undersides, in noticing how the changing light changes how I see and experience things.  I choose to get right up against things, to let me lense get microscopically close to a subject.

 I choose to engage wonder about the bark on the palm tree in my front yard and then turn to engage in the wonder of the bark on the palm in my backyard, which is different than the bark on the front palm. I choose to engage wonder with the spider web, the leaves on the mulberry tree, the window sill the spider web is woven upon, the movement of the sun throughout the day and throughout the seasons.

It is in these moments when I notice the beauty around me coupled with the conscious action of taking photos of “uninteresting things” in my version of  Podunk, USA that creative magic happens.

 This is when inspiration cracks open inside me. I allow myself to be devoted to seeing in a new way without being attached to “being inspired” – believing I need inspiration in order to crack open creativity and instead, allow inspiration to be cracked open through the devoted actions I take.

 My devoted, conscious action invited inspiration to crack open within me.

I invited inspiration to come in and as always, inspiration didn’t fail me.

This is significant. Remember this message: I didn’t wait for inspiration to be there. Instead, I invited it to join me and consciously acted in a space and attitude of wonder, of gratitude, of engagement.

You don’t have to wait for inspiration, either. You can choose to crack it

open by engaging with life right in front of you, right there, right now.

There are in an infinite number of forms and images in front of you right now, waiting for you to “fall into inspiration” with them.

Look around your space right now, with a renewed sense of wonder.

What do you see? Smell? Feel? Hope? Wish?

Take what you see, smell, feel, hope, wish and wrap it up in a creative adventure with words or photos or song or prayer or sketch.

Crack yourself open to the inspiration all around you right now.

 

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How to Use Writing Play to Turn Anger to Joy

Some days we start the day angry because we forget, word-love begins wherever you find yourself.

I’m ten minutes late for my writing sprint. I’ve been busily networking and sort of puttering until now, finally now I am writing.

 

It is a big blessing to have a set “writing time” with friends every day, especially with friends that are all around the world. Creativity separately together is one of my greatest joys.

Somehow the slight competitive nature for word counts combined with the interesting tidbits we tend to share along the way has made this time nearly sacred for me. Nearly instead of always simply because it is Summer and my kids take the forefront in the Summer.

I have trained my friends though. Saturday I was sitting at the kitchen table writing in my notebook when a friend called and then immediately apologized for “interrupting my writing time.” Eleven a.m. to Twelve Noon Pacific time from Monday to Friday is my time. It is a daily date to keep my love affair with words spicy.

I write morning pages as well, this morning on my front porch when it was still bearable outside. I even managed to write haiku and take a few photos.

When I neglect these word-love dates, not only my writing suffers – the rest of my life suffers as well.

Recently one of my daughters said to me in a rather huffy moment, “And you’re always angry!” and it stopped me in my tracks. “Me, angry?” The statement bothered me so much, I decided to ask my other daughter, the ever objective Katherine.

Her response, “Well, you are angry more often than you used to be.”

I could blame it on melanoma or stress or a myriad of other things, but since I have been back on my writing dates and spreading word-love around, suddenly – my anger has gone down. I smile more at strangers and they smile back. Some even chit chat with me, which is one of my favorite secret delights.

Right now my writing friends are working on dissertations, novels, blog posts and I believe one of us may be crocheting. We encourage, we laugh, we make up silly games and even have traditions.

Even as I write I can assist my daughter who is grading papers for a college professor. We chatted about plagiarism and how to help these students to understand what can be used and what can’t be used.

If you find yourself on a higher than usual anger scale, go on twitter and type in #wordmongering. It’s a hashtag where people write 24 hours a day at the top of the hour. You may just tweet something like this, “Is anyone “wordmongering” on the next :00? I’m new and would like to join!” Even if no one happens to be on at that hour, you will get responses and before you know it you too will be happily writing alongside some new friends.

If I didn’t know any better, I would even say my writing practice has made the mornings cooler! Somehow I can write while sitting on my front porch  before the temperature climbs above 100 degrees later in the day!

Now that, word-love friends, is surely anger and frustration turned into pure word-love joy.

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I Wasn't Smiling When I Started Writing This!

"In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on." Pearl Buck (whether that is blogging or teaching or Mommying or editing....)

I was all set to write a really inspiring essay about hope. It was to be both my first blog post for July and also a part of my new (and continuing) series for July's Ultimate Blog Challenge.

 

Then my computer shouted, “Too hot and tired to continue!” and shut down, mid sentence.

I waited, went back in, and after reading a quote by Pearl Buck decided I needed to add her profile to the Literary Grannies list. I started reading and nodding and nodding and reading and taking copious notes which were simply fabulous when my computer, tapping her foot and waving her finger through the air said, “Yo. You at the keyboard, I said I was too hot and tired to continue!” Poof! Off went the computer.

This was too much.

I figured my computer was on her death bed, especially when today – July 2 – history repeated itself.

I was now a day behind on the second day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

I had no evidence of starting to fall in love with Pearl Buck AND it was still hotter than… choose a hot metaphor or simile to insert here… when I realized maybe if I moved my computer around, maybe if I cleared its airways, maybe if I dusted….

My computer said, “Thank you!” and immediately allowed my to post to my blog, do some photo revision and yes, even write the rest of this.

SO: for July, the plan is to continue to fill in the missing pieces for my April A to Z of Literary Grannies. I will also be adding new writing tips articles, how-to’s and inspirational essays.

I’m looking forward to learning from the others on the Ultimate Blog Challenge as well as sharing my unique ways of looking at the world so that together we may continue to transform this planet into a passion and purpose filled place for each and all.

“Carry on, Julie, you are loved!” says my computer.

Yesterday’s notes from Pearl Buck told us this:

"In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write."

I hope you are smiling as widely as I am.

 

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How to Raise Your Spirits: Take a Favorite Writer to Bed with You.

Natalie's words were so important to me, she is on my gratitude list this morning.

You mostly hear of “lovies” for small children. Babies may have pacifiers, young children a blanket or a stuffed toy. Last night, I was upset before I went to bed and needed some sort of something to hold onto, something I could trust to make me feel better.

I grabbed my copy of Natalie Goldberg’s latest book, The True Secret of Writing on my way to bed, knowing the words of this beloved writer would soothe me. Her words couldn’t solve what I was upset about, but her friendly tone and my years of reading her words would remind me that in the long run, everything would turn out fine.

Natalie’s words reminded me “Freedom is not a rejection, a getting away, but rather a resolution.”

I remembered I had the privilege of resolving my upset, by coming to terms with it and choosing what action or inaction to take.

My excitedment must be written when I am "hanging with" Natalie Goldberg

She asked me the question, “How long can we be nakedly true?”

I wrote this in my notebook as a question to try on, to repeat and to walk around the day living it, a la my friend Poet Rainer Rilke.

It was like snuggling on a comfy sofa with a longtime friend: a very wise, longtime friend. She told me next, “If you get past the cuteness and touch honest intimacy and true detail, there is nothing you can’t write about.”

My copy of this book is dog-eared, written in and has lots of post it notes throughout, which is why I was able to turn to so much wonder so quickly. I then turned to the back of the book and the chapters I had yet to read.

I quietly soaked up two short chapters.

I went to sleep feeling at peace.

This morning I woke up and went about my normal routine. I noticed people were much more cheerful this morning than usual.

A man asked me for money, to buy baby formula he said. I told him I didn’t have cash, and good luck… which is what I usually say, but this time I turned and said, “Hey, when I was having a rough time I went to Alliance Against Family Violence. They gave me formula. Reach out, someone will help youyou’re your little one.” He talked to me about several phone numbers he could call.

I told Samuel, my twelve year old son, “Sometimes I can’t help people with money or food,  but I can tell them where to look for help.”

A woman I see who I have never spoken to said a shy, “hi…” to me. I responded with a smiley “Good morning!”

Maybe it wasn’t the other people who were cheerful, maybe it was I who was more cheerful.

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Today I'm Playing with Optimism, Images and Words. What are You Playing with today?

Julie and Clelia, from the Nerd, Converge

This is just plain, flat out weird and completely normal for me.

I was lamenting yesterday, well, more accurate is whining, that I had not written a poem during the entire month of April which also happens to be National Poetry Month. This is not entirely true. I wrote several haiku and if I took out my notebook from my Berkshires jaunt and airport shuffle I would find some word-fruit ready to go through the juicer.

This morning, I remembered one of the books I set aside recently and then picked back up recently by a writer who was reminding us to try different forms, just for fun.

I decided to try what Priscilla Long calls a braid.

A poetic prosey braid of words.

Some of us are multitaskers, after all, and though I know the power of pure, clean focus, I also know there are certain items on my list of possibilities today that if I take on a task that fills more than one check mark, I’ll choose to do that.

Braid = writing practice + Character work (for the Nerd) + Blog Post = A moment of pure joy which is now available for your reading pleasure. First draft.

Ready? Go.

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Tucked a bunch of her stuff in her purse. They are mine/hers for now, until she completely swallows each piece.

This was the tipping point. Cinderella running away from the ball and into the asylum.  Rose in breast before disappearing.

Yellow. Charlotte. Activism. Wallpaper. Societal. Sleep Cure. Never. Pick. Pencil.

She is each of us, all of us, none of us. She needs her things as I need mine.

Golden Key was “the talking key”, I remember, before the twist of the heel in the calf, while face kissed dirt.

Myself. Seldom.  ancestral . summer. Ordinary. Mere.  Secure.  John. Halls.

To remember we are here. To touch. Turn sting rays into velvet.

Another tipping point. The simple joy of buying nonsense at estate sales.

Why. Every. Creep. Fainted. Did. Path. Time. Across. Wall.  

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I feel more than a tinge of guilt for not really caring whether or not you enjoy this bit of self indulgent folly.

It actually feels like more to me and I suppose that is what counts: how I continue to walk along my particular process. I love you, dearly, yes.

I would honor your particular creative process too, yes.

Today I am playing and creating with words, images, curiosity and letting go.

What are you playing and creating with today?

 

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After April 3, 2007: Everything Changed & Everything is Finally Beginning Again

It is time for the Five Minute Friday Flash Mob of writers. Every Thursday night until Midnight Eastern time a group of incredible women gather, waiting for our prompt for the week. We never know what our prompt will be, but we catch up, nibble on nutella, laugh and sometimes cry and then we write write write!

Thank you for being here for Five Minute Friday!

Now: my words on

AFTER

I realized tonight yesterday was the six year anniversary of my brother John’s death.

Six years have passed since that time when it felt as if my life inverted itself and the version of me at my best disappeared for a while.

After John died, my Mom got cancer, my best friend in the world who I depended on for support disappeared, I lost my domain name and in effect, much of my business oh, and yes – my perfect brilliant son was diagnosed with autism and because of being in such a blinding whirlwind force of loss and loss and fear of more loss. I couldn’t. Do. It. Anymore.

Last week it felt like I was finally recovering. Six years after.

No, not last week. Yesterday. Last week I felt it building. Yesterday I had a very scary conversation from a completely unemotional space. I didn’t cry, I didn’t back peddle, I didn’t question my wisdom.

For whatever reason it is during Five Minute Fridays that I let go of whatever false pretenses I may kick up and am completely totally nakedly embarrassedly me.

Here’s what happened yesterday: I finally had an a-ha about freedom and what my life would be like on a moment-by-moment basis if I released myself from certain friendships. I have been so much more hermit-y lately, partially because I can feel the creative momentum building, the momentum of the sort I haven’t felt since before John died.

Yesterday, I started lifting the most important building bricks back to my old-new life where all that after stuff is still true, but the after me just continues to grow, continues to get stronger, continues to feel empowered enough to say “This is what is so” and is willing and able to live with the consequences.

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 A quick look at the guidelines from the gypsy mama - Lisa Jo Baker who is also our ringleader!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!

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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.

Flourish: Today's Word-Love of the Day for Inspiration & Practical Application

March 24 Word-love Word of the Day: Flourish

I am one of those people who started naming a theme each year more than ten years ago.

 

It has become quite the thing in the last few years, to claim and live “one word” throughout the year. I believe in this concept, even though in the past I have usually forgotten all my grand intentions sometime in early May.

This year, my theme of the year is Growth. I haven’t been consistent with sub-themes each month like I have done in the past, but I am now inspired to focus on a “Word of the Day”.  

It all started when I was talking to a friend today who has been particularly stressed out lately and having a difficult time sleeping.

I said,

“While you are trying to go to sleep, chant a word silently in your mind: you know a word like ‘peace’ or some other word that has a positive meaning for you.”

I don’t know if he’ll do it, but I was reminded of the power of words and my ever flaming passion for words, so I thought, “Perhaps I’ll try a word of the day for… a week… and see how it goes.”

Today, my Word-Love of the day is FLOURISH.

What does the word FLOURISH mean?

One way to define flourish is to grow luxuriantly, extravagantly, abundantly.  Another is to achieve success or to be in a state of activity or production.

Have you reached a height of development or influence? If you have, you have flourished.

Naturally I think about productions of Shakespeare, which use flourish as a way of acting on stage: gesturing boldly or extravagantly as well as costuming: excess adornment and embellishment or finally, the sound of a horn to announce the arrival of someone important may be referred to by saying, “enter right after the queen’s flourish” meaning a fancy play of a horn, like an exclamation point via the ethers.

 For extra word-love fun,  three quotes for reflection:

"For evil to flourish, it only requires good people to do nothing.”

Simon Wiesenthal

"Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.”

William Blake

"Virtue can only flourish among equals.”

Mary Wollstonecraft

How will you flourish in your everyday life today?

I will report in tomorrow when I post my first Monday Word-Love of the Day.

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The Best Celebration of Healing Yet: Some Jokes, Some Song & Lots of Ho Ho Ho

This isn't written from a prompt by any reverb prompters AND it is an important reflection on my way to restoration back to being 1000% myself.

I didn’t know how exciting it would be to get on stage again. I stepped out in the place that has, in recent years, but such a sanctuary for me last night and I actually felt really good.

It was the first time in months I was wearing makeup. I had been afraid to until now.

Some quick background so you can follow what the heck I am talking about.

Last Spring I took my first turn as an emcee for my friend’s cabaret/burlesque dance troupe. I said yes primarily because I had chosen to take a break from acting and this gave me the chance to be on stage and still practice my craft to a certain extent without the long term commitment of doing a show weekend after weekend after rehearsing from four to six months at a time.

I didn’t realize how fun it would be: telling jokes, telling stories, filling time when the dancers were changing from one very cute usually skimpy costume at a time.

Flash forward to August and my cancer - melanoma, specificallu, diagnosis.

I would have to have some melanoma taken from my face and have a reconstruction of my face in September. I wasn’t sure what this entailed, exactly, and while the surgery itself wasn’t as bad as it could have been, I have not enjoyed the recovery very much.

I didn’t know what to expect so I think I have been frustrated by my new right cheek more than anything else. Frustrated.

When Diana asked me again to emcee I thought I would be completely clear by December, surely, and I said yes.

I wondered about this wisdom as the date drew near but I really wanted to sing this time. I really wanted to try out some new jokes and I thought with a Christmas theme and me portraying Mrs. Claus it would be nothing but fun.

Well, it was better than that… it was nothing but pure, ecstatic fun from the time I stepped onstage the first time and until I thanked the crowd. Tonight I need to sew up my earliest schtick with my ending schtick. Gotcha.

I kept asking the leader, “Is it ok if I do….” And “Do you mind if I?”….and she said, “Anything goes,” which was such great freedom for me. I just prayed I didn’t insult anyone. I do know I made a lot of people laugh. As a performer, there is nothing like hearing people laugh and seeing each pair of eyes on you, whether you have a scar on your face or not.

The smiles weren’t about my heart shaped scar, covered for the first time with foundation and blush, they were about my capacity to enjoy the heck out of myself out there on stage and pass a little Ho Ho Ho onto everyone else.

Tonight I collected some new jokes to tell, some new stories. I will do even better on my song. The dancers got their kinks worked out and are even going to rehearse today before the show.

Did I forget to mention I am actually a part of one of the dance numbers?  I almost feel like I am a dancing member now. Well, not exactly. My costume is nothing like theirs but hey, I did shake my grove thang.

I apologize for saying that. My daughters would be doing a face palm if they heard me attempt that BUT the show must go on and tonight, I will even insist upon getting photos.

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