Slightly Embarassing Creative Quirks

As creatives, we all have idiosyncrasies. I'd like to know your creative quirks that play into your art and creative process. And by 'your art,' I mean: getting the kids ready for bed, conducting a non-boring sales meeting at work, making a meal, or designing a dream from concept to fruition.

We're all artists.

I'll start the ball rolling before you divulge your foibles.

On the cusp of writing this list, I'll just say this: if you could see me, you'd describe the look on my face as chagrined. (I had to look 'chagrined' up to make sure I was using it correctly. Geek-factor.)

Weird music tastes. My 5 most recent iTunes downloads:

1. "The Edge of Glory" by Lady Gaga. Just embarrassing, but I love it. There, I said it.
2. "Tightrope" (featuring Big Boi) by Janelle Monae. So. Very. Good. It's like hearing a good preacher expound on the Bible. She makes it come alive. Joy-singer. Here's the video on youtube.
3. "Bennie and the Jets" by Haley Reinhart. Yes, she was on American Idol. And yes, this version is awesome. 
4. "Forever" by Chris Brown. I first heard this while watching NBC's "The Office." It was featured in the Jim/Pam wedding. Celebration music extravaganza.
5. "Make Your Own Kind of Music" by Mama Cass Elliot. Butter-voiced Mama Cass (of Mama's and the Papa's fame) belts out this lovely anthem to artists with pinpoint croonery skills.

OCD Watchdog/Mild Participator. 3 weird things:

1.  I like shows like "Obsessed" and "Hoarders." At times, I can identify with the people on the shows. That scares me. Then I realize I'm not like them. That relieves me. Emotional journey.
2. A 'thing' with odd/even numbers. When turning up the volume on the TV, I'll often want it to be an even number. Why? I dunno. But then I think of the people on shows like "Obsessed" and I flip it to 13 or 17 and throw caution to the wind.
3.  Supersonic ears. I often wear earplugs to concerts, theaters, even churches at times. Sensitive ears.

Randoms.

1. I usually sleep on the floor. Actually, I start in the bed and then, around 2 or 3 AM I end up waking up and moving to the floor. Why? I like it. It happened last night.
2. I don't call my wife 'dear' or 'honey.' We keep it simple: we call each other 'babies.' 'Dear' and 'honey' never seemed right to us. Nor does 'deer honey.'
3. I was invincible once. I took a Starbucks Venti Iced Americano (I believe it has 34 shots of espresso in it) into the movie theater to watch The Dark Knight. Upon leaving the theater and finding my way home, the combination of the movie and caffeine told me that yes indeed, I too was a superhero. I was Batman until that buzz wore off. I've not had a Venti Iced Americano since.

Enough of my quirks. 

Who's honest enough to share one or two of your creative quirks that make you who you are?

Fuel For Creatives: Creative Freedom (Part 2 of 3)

Ideation + Creative Freedom + Time = Fuel for Creatives. Read part one on ideation here.  

Now that we have our idea, we gotta mix in a little freedom to create the idea and add a healthy dose of time to let it steep and brew. 

Freedom first. A picture = 1,000 words. So here's my words on creative freedom:

"Freedom" by Zenos Frudakis

Zenos Frudakis's vision for his sculpture "Freedom," now roaming the streets of Philadelphia:

I wanted to create a sculpture almost anyone, regardless of their background, could look at and instantly recognize that it is about the idea of struggling to break free. This sculpture is about the struggle for achievement of freedom through the creative process.

Defining 'freedom' would be a daunting task even for Webster... we'll not even bother looking it up. Instead, we'll ask ourselves a few questions in regards to the Frudakis sculpture.

• What do you see in this picture? 
• What do you see in the four figures?
• Where do you picture yourself?
• How did that last figure finally break out of the 'mold'? 

I have to first want freedom in order to put in the word to get freedom. We must define creative freedom for ourselves, otherwise it's someone else's freedom... and that's not freedom at all.

So if we all desire creative freedom, what is holding us back?

Leave a comment below and we'll converse on it a bit.

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Read Fuel For Creatives: Time (Part 3 of 3)

Give Life to Ideas and Creativity by Killing the ADD/OCD Demons

I sometimes get distracted easily.

To write, create, or ideate I'll often need to get away. Do you ever feel this way?

So, off to the coffee shop I go. My favorite writing nook vacant, I now inhabit this space:

Now I can write. Finally no distractions. Fast forward about an hour. Here's the rundown...

• Checked the four other posts I'm working on and added a scant thought or two to each.
• Texted my wife twice.
• Consumed some soup.
• Watched a youtube video.
• Sipped the coffee.
• Talked with some friends who sat down and surprised me.
• Posted on said friend's Facebook wall.
• Checked Facebook . . . a lot.
• Looked around aimlessly to try and avoid completing this blog post. 

I'm for serious on that list. Those things actually just happened. To make matters more unproductive, I just wrote it all out and am still yet to (actually) begin this post.

Luckily I'd already started a blog post about short attention span disorder (SASD). I don't know if it exists in the medical books, but I know it exists whenever my creative juices get flowing. It's as if our subconscious doesn't want us to contribute and share our gifts and talents. Could this be true?

Not for us it's not. Relinquish Your ADD/OCDemon. Say 'yes' to focus and 'no' to distraction.

What are we looking for in the distractions and false accomplishments anyway? The main reason we run from our ideas is fear. Fear of failure. Fear of looking foolish. Fear of risk.

A challenge:

1. Take ten minutes to write out that idea you've been working on for work, home, or school. Turn the iPhone off. No distractions.

Example: I want to think of a new way to start the meeting at work, the class at school, or the decorating project at home.

2. Write out at least three entirely different ways you could accomplish your idea. Write out the really dumb ideas too. Nothing is off limits.

3. Pick one from the three, do it, and drop me a note to tell me how it went!

What ideas do you have that you need to share today?

The Writer's Toolbox, an Exercise in Creative Bravery

My wife, ever the cheerleader (thanks babies!), bought me a wonderful gift that I didn't bother to even open. How rude. Yes, but the time had to be right. Tonight's the night!

The gift, The Writer's Toolbox, by Jamie Cat Callan, is both a book(let) and several simple inspiring exercises to get the brain jogging into the land of twists, turns, conflicts, descriptions, and plots.

Today's exercise: using the sticks!

1. Draw a "First Sentence" stick." Write for a few minutes.
2. Draw a "Non-Sequitur" stick. Write a bit longer.
3. Draw a "Last Straw" stick.

Here's what came out... my 'sticks' sentences are underlined.

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On Tuesday, Margaret told me she liked the little oranges with the seeds better than the ones I bought.

I hated her for that.

Her distaste for anything ‘unnatural’ drove me to commit mind murder, the likes of which I’d not experienced since grade school. Kenny Malich, not Margaret, was the object of my half-rage then, but it felt the same now as is did back at Glen Heights Elementary in Canton.

We were celebrating Thanksgiving. My parents made me a pilgrim-like collar out of four sheets of thick black construction paper cut to form a circle around my neck. Sticking out awkwardly from my shoulders, the collar looked like a umbrella missing a few strands in it’s DNA. I pulled my socks over my pant cuffs and half way up my calf to further compliment my colonial-ness. There’s a shadowy memory of a hat and an odd belt buckle, but I can’t be certain at present. My costume, though complete, was anything but authentic, real, and natural.

Kenny was an indian. Oh yes, he got it all. He had the moccasins, the war paint, and even a hatchet. So cool. They were all the read deal too. Even the hatchet.

So why did I hate him and why did Margaret’s comment about the seeded clementines set me reeling back to childhood?

“You could make a living doing that kind of thing.” I suppose I could, but I had never thought about it, until then.

Produce aisle. Frozen for who knows how long. Holding oranges. I didn’t even know if I was blinking. It could’ve been five seconds or ten minutes. From the looks of my meager audience, my journey to elementary school and back to my seeded clementine selection had transformed me into a stick-figured mime.

I should’ve passed a hat and collected a few bucks.

“Yeah, well, woulda coulda shoulda ya know.” It was the first thing that came to mind. I would’ve felt more comfortable walking out of the grocery store half naked.

Maybe she felt that way because of the oranges, maybe she just didn’t like me because I forgot to pay her back for one too many lattes. Perhaps she even felt the same way I did about Kenny.

The past seems to be sinking down on all of us Margaret.

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Got the creative juices going! 

Try it. I dare you.