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Writer-Vation: The Secret Life of ___________ (insert name here)

Has anyone seen The Secret Life of Walter Mitty? Not the 1947 version although I would like this see this version but the 2013 version with Ben Stiller. I have to say I liked this movie more than I already expected to like it; which isn’t that hard to believe because more often than not I tend to throw the entire write side of my brain into a movie. Call it over analytical or down right crazy but if a movie doesn’t capture my imagination then I lose interest faster than I can lose my two year old nephew’s attention. In watching this movie, I learned a great deal about being adventurous and stepping out of my comfort zone when it comes to my writing.

Think about it… How often do we take the easy route when it comes to anything related to __________________? (insert your craft/genre here) How often do we come up with brilliant ideas and walk away because we somehow talk ourselves out executing them? be honest now. it can and does happen to almost everyone

On the flip side of that, how often do you daydream or zone out in the middle of the work or school day, while driving or in a conversation with someone? Where do you go when that happens? Who do you become? How do you explain your brief encounter with your imagination to others?

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I think sometimes, especially for me, we put too much into the need to have that perfect _______________ (insert what you’re working on here). I cannot even begin to tell you how many stories have been scrapped because it wasn’t perfect enough. And I’m not exactly sure what exactly that means because I’m not even what the perfect piece entails.

Sometimes when I’m writing I imagine that I’m the next great American novelist and the fame of my book(s) will surpass my wildest most rigorous dreams. By fame I mean, JK Rowling fame. Shit Stephen King type fame. It’s so good that Oprah Winfrey calls me personally to say she wants to use it for her summer reading series. Yeah buddy!

Other times, I imagine myself in this über college town like coffee shop shameless plug for Common Grounds in Waco, Texas and The Nook on the University of Houston Main Campus and I’m writing pages and pages of my memoir and a literary agent walks up to me and says I want to read and publish your work.

Then there are those times that I imagine having this roller coaster of an adventurous life and I write about my travels to Europe, Africa, the Arctic, The jungles of South America and playing guard for the USA Women’s National Basketball team in the Olympics. wouldn’t that be a crazy dream come true Did I mention in this adventure I would meet the Queen Mum and high tea with her as we talk about world issues, the weather in England at the moment and Prince Harry’s antics.

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I think we all have “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” moments. I feel for a lot of creative types these moments fuels our intense desire to be more than the average person. To write the next great American novel. To be the artist we know ourselves to be. To prove to the person who said we couldn’t that we actually can and with finesse!

Thanks for reading and keep dreaming…

The Southern Yankee

Writer-vation Toofer

I’m nostalgic person.

I keep knick knacks for no reason other than each item has some sort of sentimental value to me or reminds me of something and/or someone. More often than not, the items I keep fuel some part of my writing or creative mind set. They partially and sometimes temporarily become my muses for a blog post or poem.

Every now and then though a person I’ve never met inspires me to be more than what I currently am. Have you ever been a fan of someone’s work for the shear fact that the person is awesome beyond his or her talent? I’m not talking about being a fan girl or guy but someone who appreciates the time, effort and energy that it takes to be larger than life both on and off camera.

Earlier in the week, we lost one of the most talented, funniest, giant kid actor/comedian. I never really realized how incredibly gigantic of an impact Robin Williams had on my life until my little sister told me he passed away Monday. My heart sank farther than it has in a very long while. I just couldn’t believe that someone who’s literally made me laugh since I started walking, talking and reading took his own life. Someone who’s made such a long lasting career of being who he was on a regular basis. And no I didn’t personally know Robin Williams but even I could see that he was a different type of actor and person.

Who is effortlessly funny on a dime? I mean seriously I’d watch him on late night shows and the man would turn it on like it was a dern light switch. How did he do that so seamlessly? How did he bring his plethora of characters out of his imaginary magician hat or bag and unleash them one after the other like a machine gun? You don’t get it either!?!??! Good, I’m glad I’m not the only one.

I suppose my motivation for making this a toofer is this… I think as creative minds we can draw inspiration from Robin Williams because like him we shouldn’t be afraid to be a little “out of our damn mind” about our creative works. The insanity that leads a person to create is what will ultimately be his or her saving grace.

It breaks my heart to think that he battled depression for so long and felt like the only way to end his suffering was to commit suicide. It scares me shitless because I’ve been depressed beyond considerable reasoning. I’ve questioned on multiple occasions why I should even be in existence. There was a period in my life that nothing absolutely nothing made me happy. I would cry and cry and cry like the world was crushing me like a trash compactor.

But even when I felt at my absolute lowest rock bottom state my one comfort was writing. Writing, my first love, allowed me to release my pain and to start the healing process even if I had absolutely no desire to do so. And I’m not saying Robin Williams probably didn’t attempt to find ways to make himself feel whole. Or that his pain wasn’t significant. We on the outside can’t even begin to speculate what he was going through in the last days of his life. What we do know is that at some point in each of our lives this wonderful and funny man made us laugh so hard we cried and double over in pain because we were laughing so hard.

We also know that we cannot be afraid to confront the pain we feel in our hearts. We cannot allow that pain to set us back so far that we don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. We also can’t be afraid to think outside the box when it comes to our talents. We should aspire to be different. Be innovative not for everyone else in the world but for ourselves. We should want to share out talents and our struggles with the world because honestly I felt that if every person can help another person in some shape, form or fashion this world would be a mildly better place to exist.

Today I’m remembering Robin Williams and the joy he shared with the world even if it was only for a relatively short period of time.

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Thanks for reading and nanu nanu…

The Southern Yankee

disclaimer: images are not my own. taken from http://www.robinwilliams.com and imgur.com

Wednesday Writer-vation

29 Ways to Stay Creative

 

Sometimes life gets in the way of a writer’s “write” framed mind. Screaming kids. Crazy work deadlines. Blog deadlines you’ve set for yourself or set for you if you’re collaborating with other bloggers or media outlets. Long commutes to and from work. Finding time to spend with a significant other or the best friend who lives minutes away but you only see him or her twice a month. Blah blah blah isn’t life a nasty bitch sometimes?

So in an effort to keep us all motivated to writer or at least keep those creative wheels turning, I found the above graphic on Pinterest yes I have a minor uncontrollable addiction to Pinterest. Don’t judge me! I think as a writer I tend to make the writing process harder than it really needs to be. It used to be that I would write and write and write for hours without interruption without having to really think about the outside world. Of course, I was in college and partially didn’t have a care in the world. liberals arts student right here yo. None of that science/math stuff to bog my mind down

Anyway… Hopefully this graphic will spark a fire in your writer bones and get those juices flowing!

Thanks for reading…

The Southern Yankee