Bold Step . . . Prompt #776

  • Bold Step . . . Prompt #776

    Write about a bold step you took or are taking.

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  • Role Model . . . Prompt #775

    Do you have a role model?

    Write about a person who inspired you, encouraged you, didn’t ask for anything back in return.

    Someone who enhanced your life.

    Or: Write about someone you mentored or were/are a role model for.

    Photo of my role model: My paternal grandmother showing my sister and niece how to make noodles circa 1974.

  • Magic by Rebecca Evans

    Rebecca’s writing and her workshops are magical, showing what happens when we let go and are open to making discoveries.

    Magic by Rebecca Evans:

    I am an AI Rebutter.

    I am a Long-Hand-Writer Endorser.

    I pen pages each morning in a journal, jot a list of tasks to (almost) complete, scaffold essays and poems across composition notebooks. In separate journals, I copy beautiful lines from artists I love, wishing to transfer talent by osmosis.

    For me, magic begins within this first planting.

    I lean into an unfolding. Instead of writing towards an idea or theme or popular topic, I follow the words where they lead. It is from this space in my first drafts, I discover seedlings. Tiny sprouts. Sometimes one piece feels as though it could be in conversation with a piece of work I developed earlier. Other times, I might recognize the start of the poem. I rarely see the entire piece, near completion, in that first long-hand written scratch. And when I do, I most likely have been working out that essay or poem in my head and heart for some time. Perhaps decades.

    From these drafts, I transfer work—out of my notebooks and into my computer. I sort them, temporarily name them, file them, hope to return and flush them out and into some semblance of literary art. Some of them make it out alive. Many appear dormant. They are not. These are transplanted seeds now contained and, in their incubation, like a compost-covered perennial, they rest until ready to bloom.

    Every artist holds a process of their own. This is mine. And this early delicate care is critical for my art. This is the beginning. The revision and the polishing—the places I thin and prune or add nutrients—come much later. THAT process requires highlighters and research and sitting with my art as if I’m with an old friend from far away.

    The argument I’ve heard from my writer-friends who use Artificial Intelligence seems reasonable. One friend shares that she uses AI to get the first draft down and save time. And I think, Oh! She wants quantity. She’s writing for a page number, not the process of art. Another writer explains that AI works with her initial idea and AI helps expand her thoughts into a draft that is further along, something she can begin editing. And I think, Ok, she’s looking for a short cut.

    I know I sound judgey and each writer has the right to produce a product for the world to enjoy by whatever means.

    And yes, I’ve heard the AI argument trickle: Well, I built the foundation, which is my idea, with a new medium—the computer. And from there I revise. And, isn’t true art in the revision?

    I couldn’t agree more. As we polish, we begin to see the shape, the story line, the narrative arc, the angel in the stone. Someone, somewhere taught me this same concept, Art is in the revision.

    I repeat this to my writing students. I say this aloud to myself.

    Yet when I hear this phrase resurrected in the context of an AI defense, it feels as if my child is misquoting me.

    If you extend the argument that generative AI is still your work, your heart-art, and working with a draft generated for you is still your art, then I believe you’ve lost your artist’s way.

    If you share your idea with another writer and paid writer to write your first draft, yet you polish the draft, are you still the artist?

    Isn’t this now a collaborative?

    Perhaps your name is on the byline, but the piece is ghostwritten.

    Aren’t you editing AI’s work?

    My worry for future artists is their need for instant-gratification. Our society pressures this fast-paced finishing, pushing artists to produce more and produce it as quickly as possible. I think we lose something special in our hyper-production mentality. It’s the difference between delicately placing a spotless ladybug on a rose bush, allowing her to do her job, versus spraying that rose with chemicals that harm us—you, me, our soil, our air—to quickly rid the buds of aphids.

    We’re losing the slow-infusing, benefits of  nature.

    The investment of curation has been replaced. We’ve the cut-and-pasted Happy Holiday text message sent to the masses instead of our soft-curly strokes of the handwritten card. We’ve lost the home-made bread aroma, the gathering ‘round a table for a game, the random phone call, the old-fashioned family portraits.

    Time is our greatest commodity. The way we use time defines us. This sets our tone, our day, our hearts. We will feel the dew of grass beneath our feet? We will stop and smell the roses…or anything? The micro moments are where we live and absorb the world. The pause is often the loudest note in a song. The space between the first long-hand under- or over-written draft becomes the pulse of the poem.

    I want the entire art experience. I want this whether I’m the artist or the audience. I want to feel the duende in the flamenco, the fire in the cello, the tears in the writer. I want to feel this as I create—one slow step to the next. This intentional early movement helps me discover me, helps me understand the way I’m ingesting the world around me. Helps me. 

    Originally published January 29, 2024 as “A Little Letter from an AI Rebutter” in The Brevity Blog.

    Rebecca Evans, memoirist, essayist, and poet, writes the difficult, the heart-full, the guidebooks for survivors. She teaches writing in the Juvenile system and co-hosts the Writer to Writer radio show. She’s also disabled, a military veteran, and shares space with her sons and Newfoundlands.

    Her work has appeared in Narratively, The Rumpus, Hypertext Magazine, War, Literature & the Arts, The Limberlost Review, and more.

    She’s earned two MFAs, one in creative nonfiction, the other in poetry, University of Nevada, Reno at Lake Tahoe.

    She’s co-edited the anthology, when there are nine, a tribute to Ruth Bader Ginsburg (Moon Tide Press, 2022).

    She’s penned a memoir in verse, Tangled by Blood (Moon Tide Press. 2023) and has a book-length poem forthcoming in 2024. 

  • What bothers me . . . Prompt #773

    Writing Prompts:

    What bothers me . . .

    Or: I don’t care about . . .

    Or: I’m tired of . . .

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  • Best Writing: From the Heart

    Guest Blogger Sarah Chauncey writes about increasing energy, exploring ideas, and preventing burnout:

    You’re driving on a long stretch of highway when you have an insight about your main character’s childhood. Or you’re mid-hair-rinse in the shower, when you suddenly understand how to bring together the braided strands of your novel. Or you wake up at 2 a.m. with the resolution to that thorny plot issue you’ve been wrestling.

    Have you ever noticed how many ideas arise when you’re not sitting at the keyboard? 

    As writers, we’ve all experienced the law of diminishing returns—the point at which our writing stops being generative and begins to feel like we’re pulling each word from our synapses by hand. I spent the better part of a decade investigating how to create what I half-jokingly call a “law of increasing flow.” How might writers support our writing practice in a way that doesn’t leave us mentally burned out?

    Conventional advice: butt in chair, hands on keyboard

    For decades, writers have been told the most important thing to do is to put “butt in chair, hands on keyboard.”

    BICHOK is essential to writing. You can’t publish a book without sitting down to write, to revise, to revise again (and again and again), to query, or to fill out your author questionnaire. Yet so often, it’s treated like a Puritan work ethic or a punishment: “You put your backside in that chair, young man, and don’t get up until you’ve written 10 pages.”

    That may work for some writers, and if you’re among them, more power to you! That kind of disciplinarian approach, though, doesn’t work for me.

    Putting hands on a keyboard doesn’t make someone a writer, any more than holding a Stratocaster makes someone a musician. There are many times when we can gain insight by looking away from our work. These include: Before we sit down to write, during the writing process, and between revisions. What we do during those times is every bit as important as getting the words down.

    To understand how this helps your writing, it’s important to understand the interplay of the conscious and subconscious mind.

    How the subconscious and conscious mind work

    When I was younger, I used to tell people that my best writing bypassed my intellect entirely; it came from my heart and flowed down my arm. While that might sound precious and woo-woo, it turns out my instincts were right on. The intellect has many wonderful uses—categorizing and sorting (and revising, oh so much revising.)—but it’s a terrible writer.

    The thinking mind informs our writing; it’s what allows us to conduct research, analyze information and execute the ideas we have. Original ideas, though, can only come up when we deliberately allow the mind to wander—and pay attention to its whereabouts.

    The conscious or rational mind, including what we call the intellect, takes in about 2,000 bits of information per second. However, it can only process about 40 bits of information per second.  

    The subconscious mind, on the other hand, takes in upwards of 11 million bits of information per second. We know more than we are aware of knowing. The subconscious retains everything we’ve ever experienced. It combines seemingly disparate ideas and experiences and comes up with new and unusual connections. Just ask anyone who’s ever dreamt about their aunt Myrtle performing Riverdance in a T-Rex costume. The subconscious is creative.

    Creativity comes from beyond the thinking mind

    J.D. Salinger once wrote, “Novels grow in the dark.” By that, he meant that they emerge from the subconscious mind. In my experience, what we call intuition is logic of the subconscious, delivered to us in aha moments after it has had time to percolate.

    Consider the old-fashioned tin coffeemaker, the kind you put on a stove. You add the ingredients—water in the bottom, coffee grounds on top—but you don’t expect coffee right away. The stove has to heat up; the water has to boil. Then it has to percolate, mixing the bubbling water with the grounds, as the water slowly takes on the flavor of the grounds. The process takes time and can’t be rushed. Creative percolation is the same.

    Many of us get ideas from sudden insights, but waiting around for those is a fool’s errand, because there’s one major block: The thinking mind is as noisy as a jackhammer, whereas intuition whispers. As long as our thinking mind is engaged, it will be difficult to notice subconscious insights.

    When we look away and we relax the thinking mind, we’re more receptive to our intuition.

    Looking away gives the subconscious time to percolate.

    Click on BICHOK to read the rest of this excellent and informative essay by Sarah Chauncey.

    Originally posted on Jane Friedman’s Blog, January 18, 2024, “Beyond BICHOK: How, When and Why Getting Your Butt Out of the Chair Can Make You a Better Writer.”

    Sarah Chauncey is a veteran writer, freelance editor and writing coach, as well as the author of P.S. I Love You More Than Tuna. She helps her clients enhance their creative flow through mindfulness. Subscribe to her newsletters: Resonant Storytelling (writing) and The Counterintuitive Guide to Life (inner peace).

    Sarah has written for Tiny BuddhaLion’s Roar and Eckhart Tolle’s website

    From Sarah’s website:

    I was raised to worship at the altar of the intellect. I studied at Sarah Lawrence College and graduated magna cum laude from George Washington University with a BA and partial Masters in social psychology, with a focus on psychoneuroimmunology and community health, through the lens of the AIDS epidemic.

    When I burned out from grieving dozens of friends, I shifted into the theatre world and attended Yale School of Drama for stage management. Later, I attended Goddard College’s MFA in Creative Writing program (fiction).

    In the 1990s, I was head writer for the web’s first entertainment magazine, Entertainment Drive, and I content-designed and ghostwrote several of the first official celebrity websites (Cindy Crawford, Britney Spears and others).

  • MissUnderstood Me

    Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page.

    MissUnderstood Me

    By Julie Sherman

    Not all dragons are fire-breathing, terrifying, scaley, menacing creatures. Folklore and fairytales have given us a bad name and have ruined our reputations.  

    Some of us are quite nice. Some are even meek. Some are mothers who just want to care for their young draglings in the dark, clammy caves of our homes.  Others are literally party animals and want to romp and roll in the mountains, scratching our backs on the rough terrain.  And most of us are kind. 

    Many of us go around helping other dragons fend off bully dragons who flap their immense, scabrous wings close to other dragons’ faces and blow smoke through their enormous nostrils and balls of fire through their mammoth mouths.  We are descendants of pterodactyl and t-rex, so we get our wide mouths from the latter and our flying chops from the former. But we are not all nasty, dangerous monsters.

    One day I was minding my own business, clomping around the bluffs by the white-capped seas, taking down a few trees along the way, and I saw two humans on a large red cloth mat lying in the sun. They had a small dog with them and it started barking wildly staring in my direction. I did not eat the dog. And even though I don’t like dog, I did not breath fire on it.

    The two humans shielded their eyes from the glaring sun and looked up. There they saw my curious face tilting this way and that as I stared at them. They shrieked and screamed and made such a fuss.  I was just looking.  I guess my smile appeared to convey that I was ready to breathe fire because they scrambled to their feet and began running away, leaving everything behind them, including the dog and red plaid mat. I didn’t do anything but watch them. One of them tripped, but the other just kept going.  I would never have done that. We are actually very much like elephants in that we help our kin get out of mud pits and sinking sand when our wings are exhausted from the struggle.  

    We suffer too.  We sigh. We exhale flameless. We have our soft side, yet even after millions of years, we are so tragically misunderstood.

    Julie Sherman is a long-time Petaluma resident who enjoys writing, reading, music, travel, and attending live theater. She is the mother of opera singer Camille Sherman and music producer Emily Sherman, and has been married for 35 years to bassist Jeff Sherman.

  • Glimmers . . . Prompt #772

    “The opposite of a trigger. Glimmers are those moments in your day that make you feel joy, happiness, peace, or gratitude. Once you train your brain to be on the lookout for glimmers, these tiny moments will appear more and more.” Author Unknown

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  • Life . . . Prompt #770

    More than one friend recently told me their difficulties, about how things seem impossible, how hard everything is.

    Sometimes I wonder why these things happen.

    And then I remember: Life. 

    Life happens.

    There are ups and downs.

    Situations that seem hopeless.

    And then time goes by.

    We find solutions. Or the situation remedies somehow.

    Write about a time that seemed hopeless. What happened?

    Or, if you are in a situation now that seems hopeless, write as if the problem has been resolved.

    What would your life look like if this situation was remedied?

    Writing About Difficult Times In Your Life by Guest Blogger Nancy Julien Kopp

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  • Beyond a warm house . . . Prompt #769

    What are you grateful for?

    Let’s go beyond a warm house and plenty of food.

    Dig a little deeper.

    Did something happen that curved your lips into a smile?

    Did someone catch your eye and give a knowing nod?

    Did someone unexpectedly reach out to help you?

    What are you thankful for?

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