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Trapeze lessons
I’m struggling with the need for money versus the need to feed my creative soul. I don’t think I’m special. Everyone who creates in some way knows this dichotomy. Although I’m a wee bit spooked by swinging on the trapeze without a safety harness I’m about to leave the edge and do it. I’ve got three more weeks on the teaching contract I’ve taken on and then it’s sink or swim. The teaching safety net is there, but it’s a long way down and to be honest I’m hanging on tightly to the bar. I want to be up here. I love swinging through the air and kicking out this story and that. I love the idea of letting my stories support my life. I love the idea of doing something on my own terms without a ringmaster.
But there are people, creative ones, who’ve been teaching me how to hold on. I’m not sure if they even know who they are or what lessons they have taught me. Some of them are bloggers or colleagues or writers or photographers who I’ve been in touch with for a long time. Some of them are family or friends. Some of them are people I’ve met recently and have maybe even only had the briefest of interactions with. Many of them I have never met in person.
Is it in our nature to look for ourselves in others? When I find someone who holds the same things dear that I do and they are doing what I want to do, I’m inspired. I’m lifted.
She is doing this thing?
Then I can do this thing!
Lately there have been many of these people. I don’t know where they are coming from or how they are finding me (or am I finding them?) but I’m extremely grateful. I’ll thank each of these people in the little ways that I can, but until I can get round to all of my amazing teachers, thank you. Thank you for your the trapeze lessons that you don’t even know you’ve taught.
Feeling write-y
Itchin’. My fingers are itchin’ to write sommit. But they can’t do it without my brain. Where’s my brain? Where’s my head? C’MON BRAIN! Tell my fingers what to do. C’mon eyes! Give my brain sommit to think about so it can tell my fingers what to do. What do I have to do to get through to you lot? We want to write sommit here. We’re feeling creative. Channel. Channel. Maybe they are all feeling unloved. Forgotten. Taken for granted. OK, loving kindness meditation sending out some vibes. I love you eyes. I love you brain. I love you fingers. Anything? Look out the window, eyes. Maybe the muse is walking by. Typing. Typing. Typing…nothing. Doodle in your Molskine. What does it look like? Does it look like sommit to write about? Damn! Big breath. OK, now you’re ready to write. Readyyyyyyyyyyy GO! Damn!
A little something for the writer on the go
One of my Twitter contacts just Tweeted this. If you live in the normal world, you can get it as an app for your iPhone. If you live in New Zealand where we are afraid of such high fallutin’ technology mumbo jumbo, you can just use it on the net so that you don’t have to look after random flash drives. Basically it means you can write or blog on your work computer and not have to email it to yourself, which is what I tend to do.
Check it out here.
World of confusion: Writing
That’s it! I’ve decided. I’m a reasonably intelligent woman, who thinks she can write reasonably well, and who doesn’t want to work for other people any more. This was some of the thinking that prompted me to launch my food blog in order to get something out there. So, I thought I’d give myself until the end of the year to research the possibilities of freelance writing. I mean, the actual writing is one thing, but I’m the first to admit that I know nada about the industry.
The universe tends to provide, methinks, as all of a sudden I’ve met two writers in the past week. It seems I need to start building up a portfolio of work and commercial writing seems to be a way to do it. I was thinking that could be my bread and butter and anything else I do would be a bonus at the beginning. Do I know what I am talking about? Hell no!
I’m not sure how you get to know just what types of opportunities and avenues there are out there, but I’ve started reading everything I can get my hands on. Still hoping for that 26 hour clock to set in. I’ve always worked with words, but I guess I’d have had a better feel for the market if I’d studied journalism or some such at uni…well, too late. But I’m thinking that my knowledge of travel, food and education can be channeled somewhere.
Yes, this post is me thinking out loud…and maybe a cry for help…and full of bad writing (This won’t be in the aforementioned portfolio!), but I’m determined. OK universe. Bring it!
