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Going With The Icy Flow

December 31, 2010

Snowy and Not Very High Tech Cocoon

Back from a Northern outback, that is, a place that was very cold and had no true reliable internet access.

I am not really such an physically un-present person that I need, at all times, the cocoon of the virtual world.

But I am someone who does like to accomplish (sort of) what I start.   So once I tried posting  (and my apologies again for all the confusion), I tried for a while, even though catching enough “net” for transmission was like trying to carry a fistful of rain, to capture running water in a sieve.

But… but… but… when I finally went with the icy flow, gave in to the snowy non-electronic cocoon of the Northern here and now, all was just fine.

More than fine.

Terrific.

PS – I only tangentially participated in the construction of the above yet-unfinished igloo, i.e. I occasionally knocked some piece off when trying to help.

PPS – I did hand up a fair amount of snow to the more architecturally talented.

Along the Hudson with iPhone

December 28, 2010

On a train by the Hudson today with ice and iPhone. And now without wireless in mountains. Who knows what will come out?

Developing An Apptitude (“Brushes”/Blog/Christmas)

December 23, 2010

I have to confess that this past couple of weeks I have had intermittent but very strong urges to halt this blog.  At least temporarily.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy both posting and the sense of community the blog sometimes gives.  (I obviously do.)

But there is the proverbial problem of choices.  Really, limits: minutes in the day, energy in the brain, will in the will.

The immediacy of a blog tends to crowd out longer-term projects;  these (mainly old novels) had been languishing even before I began this blog.  Now a year and a half later, they are calling for last rites.

Which leads me once again to….the iPhone!

The “Brushes” App.

Rather than simply stop the blog, I’ve been thinking that it might be nice to try going visual.  Post pictures, save up words.

I started drawing on the iPhone yesterday with the “Brushes” App.    After I learned how not to block out the entire drawing, I ran into problems with issues like big and little:

Big Tortoise, Little Dog

This morning, I learned how to get finer detail.   This led to such small detail, the picture seemed all background:

All backdrop?

Finally got it right this evening, while in the waiting area for Chinese take-out.

Duplicate Santas? (Or Skating Imposter?)

I still don’t know what I’ll do with the blog, but going “visual” sure seems fun.

Have a very Merry Christmas Eve!  (And thanks, as always, for stopping by.)

Blogging Brazen? Showing Drafts Daft? Nanowrimo/Blog Quandary

October 31, 2010

Posting a Brazen Act?

Still trying to figure out how to handle this blog during November, National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo.)

As any regular follower must perceive, I am a person of routine inconsistency.  That is, I post pretty much every day (that’s the routine part), but the posts are all over the map, in terms of content and quality (there’s the you-know-what).

I’ve stuck to daily postings (despite the stress) because the commitment helps me to bypass some of the negative self-judgment that blocks any writer.  (If you publish every day, you can’t worry if your writing is worthwhile.  You just do what you can.)

Nanowrimo works on some of the same concepts; once you decide to do it, you simply have to hurry up and do it.

The problem for someone like me (who is lucky enough to also have a paying job!) is that two such driven activities are a bit much to conduct simultaneously.

Here are my choices:

  1. Let the blog go for a month.  (A relief to followers, perhaps.)
  2. Forget about Nanowrimo this year, as I did last year.  (A relief to myself.  I really don’t have a clue about what novel I might write.)
  3. Try to post something pre-written on the blog while doing Nanowrimo on the side.

I have been planning to opt for number 3, posting an old Nanowrimo novel called Nose Dive.

Nose Dive is a teen novel, and yes, a bit embarrassing.  I chose the story because it was silly and fun enough that I could write the initial draft quite quickly.  However, the same silly/fun factor has made the novel hard to satisfactorily revise.

The question of posting the draft Nose Dive now raises an interesting concern:  publicly showing one’s work (even as a blog) turns out to be an amazingly brazen activity.

When one publishes through a publisher there’s a shield of third-party endorsement.

When one self-publishes, or even just shows a piece to a friend, this shield is not available.  Given the rapidly-changing-to-avoid-demise-face of publishing, this is less of a source of embarrassment than it used to be.

Even so, a fairly high temperature blush arises simply from the fact that you are putting yourself on the line (even online).

And even though you say that your work is quick, rough, in draft form, there you are–risking criticism, ridicule, and (perhaps, worse) disinterest.

So.  (Confession.)  My concern is that if I (deep breath) post excerpts of Nose Dive, which is quick, rough, and (still) in draft form, I will feel so immediately regretful that I will have a hard time focusing on a new novel.

And yet, there’s that routine part of me, and that brazen part that has learned repeatedly–nothing ventured, nothing gained, and, more importantly (swallow) nobody’s perfect.

I guess, I’ll see what happens tomorrow (or later tonight.)

Hope you come back to check.

Paula Geller, Andy Warhol – How A Blogger Gets “Hits”

October 10, 2010

 

I even tried a bikini.

 

Why didn’t I get it?  Of course, I knew that a poetry/writing blog was probably not going to take the world by “hits”, not even if it occasionally featured a cute little white fluffy dog.

I figured some Robert Pattinson would help–and it did–especially before the first three Twilight movies came out.

I even mixed in a dose of bikini (although, granted, it was worn by an elephant.)

What I did not fully comprehend is that if you really want to ratchet up your blog numbers, you need to regularly post a huge amount of knee-jerk anger, prejudice, and misinformation,  highlighted by heavy doses of mascara, mosque, and… um… more misinformation.

Someone who has understood all of these facets of popularizing a blog is Pamela Geller, the extreme anti-Muslim blogger profiled in today’s New York Times; the woman who, through a variety of inflammatory tactics,  has spearheaded the fight against Park51.

I don’t really want to comment here on Ms. Geller’s various stances, only on a particular one-liner which I found especially intriguing.  Calling for a boycott of Campbell’s because of its marketing of certain products as halal: “Warhol,” she said, “is spinning in his grave.”

Hmmm….

Of course, no one can truly say what Andy Warhol is doing post-morten.  To me though, he does not seem like a grave-spinning kind of guy.  It’s simply hard to imagine him, a life-long student of commercialism, to be shocked by the idea of any company trying to expand its market.

I also can’t think of Warhol as particularly anti-Muslim–he did portraits of the Shah of  Iran and his sister.  (Though I have to confess, I don’t quite know what that reflects other than their willingness to pay Warhol’s portraiture fees.)

Still, there’s a certain irony here.  Warhol, after all, was a master of self-promotion,  a manipulator of outrage (as well as mascara), the person who coined the phrase “fifteen minutes of fame.”   It seems he might have understood Geller better than she does him.

 

ManicDDaily Warhol Campbell's Soup

 

Internal Shake-Up, Changing Blog (I’m not sure how), Looking For Keepers

August 5, 2010

Keeper?

As followers of this blog know, my summer has been difficult due to the loss of a close friend.  It’s shaken me.  Aside from the grief,  and, of course, the gap – the missing counselor–there’s the internal spotlight.  Could it happen to me?  (Yes.)    How would I feel?

This question of how I would feel is not aimed at the obvious, i.e. sick, terrified, probably nauseated, very very sad.  The question is how I would feel about how I lived my life?  What, in other words, would I regret?

The big regrets – for me at least—would be unkindness and unhappiness:  those times when I was needlessly unkind (and, frankly, it’s hard to come up with any instance in which unkindness was needful); those times when I was needlessly unhappy.

Again, “needless” may the wrong word—those times in which I was unhappier than circumstances warranted—unhappy because of kvetching, perfectionism, issues of control, jealousy, lack of appreciation.  (As in the case of unkindness, circumstances probably rarely warranted the unhappiness that I was able to come up with.)

Putting all that aside—admittedly a big that—another thing I’d regret very much is not allowing myself time to do my work, that is, my true work –the work that feels like my work.

I don’t mean my day job, (which, Boss, is a great job and one that I frequently genuinely enjoy).

I wouldn’t regret not doing profound work, or revolutionary work.  I’ve long ago accepted that I’m not a particularly profound person, and I try to keep a lid on the grandiosity.

I mean the silly children’s novels, silly teen and more adult novels, the slightly odd poems and prose poems, whatever little drawings come my way.  Being able to point to them as “done deals”, “keepers”—I would very much regret not having given myself the time to do that, or more of it.

So where does this blog come in?

It’s truly wonderful to have daily readers (thanks so much), and to get something out every day.  But I’m a person, like every single one of you, with limited time in life.

I am not, just yet, discontinuing the blog (though I’m not sure I will continue it on a daily basis).  But I do need to find a way to make it serve my general purposes a bit more.

Which means what?  Maybe posts that are more purely creative, or connected, or connectible, to bigger projects?  More draft poems?  Prose poems?  Writing exercises?  Novel excerpts?

What’s hard, of course, is that drafts can be a bit personal, raw, embarrassing,  and possibly uninteresting, certainly to random Internet browsers, who are much likely to be attracted by the names Robert Pattinson or Sarah Palin.  My task, I suppose, is to try to look on that part as liberating and not paralyzing.

(I hope you’ll stay with me while I figure this out.)

Blog Birthday

July 25, 2010

From "Thin Birthday"

Today is the one year anniversary (ironically, the “paper” anniversary) of this blog.

I have made 473 posts and gotten over 10,000 views.  (A small number for a blog, but amazing to me.)  Writing the posts, drawing the pictures, and putting them out into the world with a click of a button has been fascinating; doing this on a daily basis has been both stressful and freeing–yes, it’s been a lot of work, but because of the pace, I have been continually forced to move on from whatever I just did to embarrass myself.

I first want to thank all of you who have followed the blog, or even just occasionally checked in.  If you are a regular viewer, you must know that I have an (a) obsessive and (b) moody temperament; this combination has occasionally translated into repetitive and tormented checking of “stats”, a whole new form of masochistic escapism.   However, you regular viewers have really done a lot to buoy me up over the last year, you irregular viewers to thrust me into momentary despair. (Ha!)

I especially appreciate your time and interest since, as some of you may have already realized, I am not a natural blogger.   Yes, I write and draw fairly quickly, but I don’t really know anything.  (Oops!  Important caveat – I do know quite a few things in the area of my non-blogged profession.)

But I can’t give advice on household management, money-saving, science or health. I’m not even particularly political, though because a daily blog works a bit like a newspaper column, I tend to sound off in that area.

I’ve said before that my subject is “some overlap of stress and creativity”.  (This may be a cipher for “whatever stressed me feels like creating that day”.)  But as the year mark passes, I really would like to move more into the area of creativity and a bit further from the area of stress.

This, of course, is easier said than done.  And I’m not quite sure what I even mean by it—I hesitate to spell it out yet in the light of that uncertainty.

Any ideas?  Suggestions?

Thanks again.

(And as always, check out 1 Mississippi by Karin Gustafson – publicizing that book was the real reason I started the blog, but I’m afraid I haven’t done a very good job of it.  It really is a cute book–discounts are readily available if you write me.)

Clarification re Push-Ups (Prefer doing to wearing)

June 30, 2010

I am writing to clarify one point in last night’s post re anecdotal connections between the sales of assault weapons and push-up bras.

My concern about push-up bras isn’t based on prurience.  I do think that the culture is over-sexualized, but putting that aside, I worry about young (and old) women feeling like they constantly have to “fix” their physical selves.  (I thought we’d gotten over that!)  I’m all for diet and exercise, but the nearly bottom line is that I’m more in favor of doing push-ups than wearing them.  The bottom line is that anything is better than cosmetic surgery.  So, if push-up bras allay women’s desire for that–more power to them!

Blogging, Mania, Late Mornings, Late Nights, Stieg Larsson

June 17, 2010

One of the great things about writing a daily blog is that it gives you something to do at night.

One of the great things about writing that daily blog in the morning is that your night is suddenly amazingly, wonderfully, free.

I don’t mean to make not writing the blog sound so great—but, yesterday, after approximately eleven months of daily posts, the prospect of a blog-free evening felt well worth the  sinking anxiety that descended on me as I made my way  (later even than usual) to the office.

That feeling of freedom even felt worth the shoddy speed yoga I inflicted on myself (after using up all my morning yoga time on the deficiencies of presidential desks.)  (See yesterday’s post.)

When I came home last night, I told myself, gaily, that I’d make up for the shoddy yoga by going to the gym for a really good work-out.  Then I might even get to bed early.

Unfortunately, staying up till 2 a.m. can be habit-forming.   As is finding something to distract you at the gym.  (Yes, I do understand that it is probably not optimal to lift weights with a book on your lap.)

So, instead of focusing on triceps, or sleep, I poured myself into the immensely popular Steig Larsson book that’s been sitting on my shelf several months –The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. I’m not quite sure why I’ve avoided the book—maybe  because a slightly pushy friend has been slightly pushing it;  maybe because I’d been warned that it describes (spoiler alert) some fairly sadistic violence against women.

The violence so far (I’m about ¾ through), has been manageable.  But, heeding the warnings, I forced myself to put the book down at around 2 before something so terrible happened that I would not be able to shut my eyes.   (I even left time–2-2:30 – to read something else for a while, something innocuous in the sexual violence department.)

Frankly, that discipline amazed me.  Even more amazing is the fact that I’m actually blogging in the A.M. again, instead of lying here in bed reading.  My mind suddenly tells me that this means  I’m planning to finish the book during the day somehow, and then buy the next one (the second in the trilogy by Larsson) for this evening.

Actually, I’m not sure I’d really call that discipline.

This, by the way, is one of the great things about mania—it always finds you something to do at night.

Longterm Focus – Stress and Creativity – Pearl!

May 31, 2010

Pearl - Habit and Engagement

The other day I worried that I really didn’t have a focus for this blog; something to orient  both me and any readers I may be lucky enough to snare.   What have I been I writing about?  What subject do I even have to write about?

Then I suddenly realized that the general subject of this blog has been stress and creativity.  If I wanted to sound official, I’d say the interface between stress and creativity, but since I can’t say that with a straight face (or interface), I won’t.

What does this mean?  I guess the question for me is how one, in this manically depressed stressful modern world, maintains some kind of creative effort?  How can one use stress as a source for creativity rather than as a wet blanket for its termination?  (How, also, can the manic avoid using creativity as a further source of stress?)

For my first conscious exploration of this subject, I turn to the teachings of my old dog Pearl.  Pearl was struck by a sudden spine problem a couple of weeks ago that paralyzed her from the dog-waist down, rendering her hind legs both insensitive and immobile.  Amazingly, with the help of steroids, she has recovered some use of her legs: she can wobble along now, though she moves like the proverbial drunken sail—dog.  (BTW, after reading several Horatio Hornblower books last week, I now feel enough “expertise” to understand that the unsteadiness of a drunken sailor is archetypical because it arises from at least two sources—(a) alcohol and (b) sea legs, i.e. legs accustomed to the sway of waves that are suddenly posited upon dry land.)

Pearl’s up in the country this weekend, and her reaction to it is a lesson in the maintenance of creativity under stress.  (For these purposes, I’ll consider Pearl’s outdoor explorations and general cuteness her “expression.”)

Pearl still has trouble even walking, and yet, here, in a country place she has loved since puppydom, she wobbles, skips, trots.  What motivates her, what keeps her going, seems to be two factors:  habit and engagement.

There are certain places (a long dirt driveway), and certain times of day, in which Pearl has always run here.  That habit (plus steroids) is so strong that when I put her down on these spots, and at those special times, her legs just move.

Where habit runs out, engagement takes over.  The scent of a place where a deer has recently bedded down will lure Pearl, sniffing, into tall grass, pull her through reeds, propel her into Heraculean effort.  I can only derail her lopsided enthusiasm by physically picking her up and putting her back on her track, where, out of habit, she quickly wobbles off again.

Which brings me back to the creative human mind dealing with stressful obstacles–all those drags upon the consciousness.  How to avoid paralysis?  How to dart and trot, dig and ferret?  How to just keep going?

This (I think) is this blog’s inquiry.

Thanks so much to those who have been following.  Stay tuned.