Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Confession Tuesday



Waiting for the Interurban Sculpture Plus Spongebob

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It's Tuesday again and since I've been focusing on refocusing my writing life and getting back into the creative world again, so I thought I'd focus this Confession Tuesday on creativing, writing, and the artistic life...


I confess yesterday I showed a friend my writing shed and felt thankful that I built it (though still wish it had a better name than "the writing shed").

I confess I let my CRWROPPS (Creative Writing Opportunities)email box get filled past 400. I've done a terrible job of submitting and being aware what is out there. I am much better at being a writer than submitting my work. I enjoy writing, I dislike submitting.

I confess Manic Time is helping me. Today I had to tag an hour of my time as "browsing, time wasting." I mark that color in red so I can't ignore it.

I confess if I see a book contest and the last group of winners and finalists were mostly men, I don't enter that contest because it makes me feel the judges have a bias towards a male-voice manuscript and since my manuscript is pretty much the opposite of that, I decide to save my money.

I confess it sometimes concerns me that I make judgments of who will like my manuscript and who won't, but I do try to trust my intuition on such things and not what my mind says.

I confess I still love it when I sit down to write expecting nothing to come from the moment, but then a poem comes about. It's the natural high that keeps me returning to the page.

I confess I love to be around creative people, especially visual artists, because they always make me feel more normal and make me live a more authentic and creative life myself.

I confess I get concerned when I see creative people focusing on what I think are the wrong things or doing cheesy stuff that makes them feel more like a used-car salesman than an artist. My biggest fear is that someone will see me this way or I will unintentionally become this and not someone who is trying to live her life as a artist, but as someone who has lost her way from art, literature, and creative pursuits and into a world of beer hats with straws or Precious Moments collectibles.

I confess I hope if I ever end up this way, I will know it and not have to find out by finding myself dressed in a whimsical scarf and poet-pin in the Walmart portrait studio or showing up to a writing event with a self-made nametag marked "Important Author."

I confess, I hope I never take myself too seriously when it comes to being a writer.


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4 comments:

January said...

Maybe you should let us help you name your writing shed. Contests are always fun.

I, too, dislike submitting. I stopped over the summer. I don't think I have anything out in rotataion (after two rejections).

And I'm curious, what things do you think creative folks focus on that are wrong (so I know not to do it!)?

Kells said...

January,

I'll do a blog post about the things I think are wrong...I doubt you've done any of the things I'm thinking of-- I think they are mostly my fears about myself.

more on that soon!

Martha Silano said...

Beer hats with straws? Poet-pin?? No way, Kel.

Today I almost purchased (at value village) a set of pink piglet salt and pepper shakers encased in . . . their mama's belly. Regret, regret! But maybe for the better . . .

Jessie Carty said...

It is a funny thing when people tell you to consider the markets you are sending your work to - yet anytime I really consider where I think my work will fit it is rarely ever accepted.

Yet when I just pick the poems I like most and send them to a journal they have a much higher chance of being accepted.

*sigh*

Such a subjective business!

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