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Occasionally, I am asked how I maintain my creativity and output. The answer is not easy to give. I do not fully understand it myself, but there are things I practice.
I choose to create every day. Writing is what I do most often. I keep a journal that catches much of the produce of my thought. It is not a personal diary or a planner, but a book of ideas. I keep it in longhand.
At times I have no desire to write, but I do it anyway. I am aware that all I create will not be great or even good. I am comfortable with writing poorly at times because I can edit that out. Getting words to flow is the goal. If I skip days, a dam develops, and priming myself is very hard.
For me, writing is the constant of my lifetime. I began at a young age and have continued working with words no matter my situation. It is like eating, I do it to survive.
To inspire me, I read everything, and each day. I study reference and craft books. I read fiction, non-fiction, scripture, devotionals, newspapers, magazines, professional journals, biographies, poetry, various pieces on-line, and anything else that comes before me.
I rarely watch television or video. I have an extreme aversion to advertising, which is inescapable with television, so I avoid it.
I listen to a wide variety and large quantity of music. When I work, I often have it playing though I love quiet too.
My vision is that no subject is so dull it cannot be covered in writing. Surprising results can be achieved writing about the seemingly mundane. A word can be the basis of a poem or story. The life of the mind, a task, a visual, an emotion, an idea, anything is material.
After years of writing, I realize something I believe of keen interest, may appeal to no one else. An essential part of maintaining creative practice is distancing one’s satisfaction with the work from the results. If no one reacts to an effort, it is not an indication it is unworthy. It only means at this moment it did not draw attention.
Creation is never wasted. Skill and definition require training in methods and practice. All words lead toward correct composition. Labor is not done in vain. Talent must be honed to become stronger, better.
I keep producing because I love people, and I hope to encourage and inspire. Often I am unsure of my offering, but words manifest, so I capture them.
I create a lot because I see it as a good practice. The process must progress to accomplish any success.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
You carried my heart
Within an inside pocket,
There it was kept warm
Protected by your sweet love;
I lived happiness, galore.
Loving made me bold
Set my inhibitions free,
The ruin of me;
I became wild as water
Life without you frightens me.
Lone, I continue
Love exists, enough to share,
But you are not here,
I walk a shadow of who
The woman was loving you.
Who would have me write
If my vacancies were clear?
By the strains of illness, pain,
I cannot fully explain.
Pain, with all within
We would wish it over, gone,
Still, pain defines time
Validates all life’s pleasure,
The dreams, hopes, love are enshrined.
I would gladly choose
You who are a mystery
To help liberate
The bonds time forged over me,
Every expression of love
Hidden from my touch
Buried so my passions strong
Are never declared.
The fear that haunts us
Wishes to wreck, destroy us,
But LOVE overcomes.
Firelight and shadow
Are within us all contained
We choose our joy, pain.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
These may seem a bit dark. Sometimes the shadow attempts to put me in a vault and shut me away with the bones. It does not recall that I used to visit those places pretending they were palaces. Long corridors and marbled floors, echoes of whispers, and oh the glories when I became brave enough to sing.
I never said I was normal. LOL!
I am reading The Two Towers. If you have never cracked those books, I highly recommend them, if only for the unparalleled joy of the language.
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Artwork, Blessings, Creativity, Design, Dreams, Encouragement, Gifts, God, Gratitude, Journal Writings, Journal Writings and Original Poetry, Love, Odd Ramblings, Original Poems and Prose, Original Poetry, Original Prose, Personal Enrichment, Photographs, Poem, Poetry, Prompt, Protest, Words, Writing on July 18, 2018
I have not posted in a while, but that does not mean I am not working. I am doing things on Facebook almost every day. I wanted to share these few things and show I have not forgotten my blog entirely. Much has been happening and I do not always feel like fighting with this interface. It eats my artwork, for no good reason. I don’t post anything not my own, so it makes me quite upset.
I hope you will enjoy these entries. I am doing some videos now too. If you want to see them you do not have to be my friend on Facebook to find them. Just look up my profile JoAnn J. A. Jordan and they are public so you can view them.
I am grateful:
- It appears Mom will be able to come home from Rehab soon.
- I found music calms me being here alone.
- I can still write.
- The dogs are here to give me animal support.
- I made a friend who actually is not many miles away.
If you would like to work creatively, think of something that appears to be a monster in your life. Make a representation of that thing, either by writing about it or creating art or photography that visualizes it.
Please follow my blog to get alerts of my posts. I am not as regular with them as I once was, but sometimes I have things to communicate.
Thank you for reading. I hope God most generously blesses you in all you attempt and do. Remember you are precious and very important. You have a purpose and you deserve respect.
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Blessings, Creativity, Dog, Dreams, Encouragement, Family, Friendship, Gifts, Gratitude, Journal Writings, List, Love, Mother, My Dog, My Mom, My Personal News, My Son, Odd Ramblings, Original Prose, Photographs, Poem, Poetry, Prompt, Technology, Words, Writing on December 6, 2016
I wrote this while most were sleeping. It was one of those times when sleep eluded me. Perhaps having a new pen had something to do with it too. I hope you can read my scribblings.
Worth More Than The Stars
You may not realize
How very important you are
In the eyes of those
Who love you completely,
And God who created you
To be His own chosen child;
No matter your mistakes, sins,
You are treasured beyond your imagining,
You are counted among the precious,
Priceless people who are never forgotten.
You are worth more than the stars.
This photograph has nothing to do with the subject recounted above, but I thought it grand.
My doggy, Hope, who is my close companion now because it is raining and she is afraid of rain.
I am grateful:
- I have my Mom for whom to care.
- My dog is a very loving animal who helps me deal with problems.
- There are beautiful ink pens in the world.
- I am reasonably good at writing.
- My new keyboard and mouse arrived on Monday.
- We have central heat and air to keep us comfortable.
- There is plenty of food in the house.
- I have very recently secured a part-time job as Copy Editor for local publications.
- My friends have encouraged me when I could not believe in myself.
- My son will soon come off recruiting duty which is his wish.
If you have the time, write a short list of things for which you are thankful. I find detailing my blessings improves my mood and makes what I lack seem less important. You might find it beneficial as well.
If you need a prompt, consider doing as the handwritten part of this entry suggests and handwrite something. If you send someone a letter or card, I guarantee it will brighten their day.
Creativity is your natural state. Open yourself to the inspiration around you, put your mind and hands to work adding something beautiful to the world. We need what you have to share. Someone might be looking for exactly what you have to say. So get busy and create a work of art in whatever form you choose.
If you have enjoyed this blog, I invite you to explore more pages, follow it, so you get email updates, and come back to visit often.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Bible, Blessings, Church, Current Events, Encouragement, Fear, Gifts, God, Gratitude, Journal Writings, Love, News, News and politics, Odd Ramblings, Original Prose, Photographs, Problems, Protest, Religion, Society, Tragedy, United States, Words, Writing on July 6, 2016
A terrorist is a person who has willingly been misled into a belief system that is inimical to life and liberty. He or she has embraced a diabolical ideology that foments terrible violence, destruction, and elimination of human life.
We, as a nation, Americans, as a people, have always held the beliefs that life and liberty are sacred. Our ideology is one of compassion, construction, and respect for all life.
Unfortunately, there is a war going on. It is a war for the hearts and minds of human beings. It is being waged worldwide, and all the actors are not flesh and blood. There are, of course, people involved, but there are also principalities and powers who are stronger than we. There are ideals not easily banished from susceptible humanity.
To win this war it will take the sacrifice of precious lives in combat, of lives that are taken without just cause, lives we can ill afford to lose. If we win, if we overcome this present evil, we will also have to submit ourselves to the love and power of Almighty God. Christ is the One, who will ultimately win this war. It has always been waged throughout all history. We will triumph in the Lord! Heed the call! Jesus is Coming! Everybody Get Ready, The King Is Coming!
Today’s prompt for the Poem-A-Day Challenge is to write a “news of the day” poem. I had not caught the news on television, so I went to Google News. I found little I wanted to read, but one article seemed timely…
They Did Not Tell US
Gives citizens incomplete
Tells what appear outright lies;
Improvement to the system,
But it was working
For many of the people;
Now it’s totally broken.
Some who were happy
With the coverage they had,
Now suddenly find
Their health plans being cancelled;
Replacements cost a fortune.
The outrageous fines,
The unneeded coverage,
Bank breaking deductibles;
Were never even mentioned.
Was the promise as given,
But the cure seems worse
Than the symptoms of disease;
Affordable it is not.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, November 2, 2013
I hope I am overreacting. I hope it is not the disaster it seems, but I am concerned that we may all be in for worse than we have ever dreamed.