I don’t know if you make your own greeting cards or not or if you are a visual artist or not. But I think everyone can get some enjoyment out of doodling, even if you only do it for yourself. This video shows you how to do some Christmas doodles.
I talk about writing often enough here that you might wonder if I do any other creative work. I do.
I knit, crochet, make jewelry, do handlettering, and make greeting cards. I primarily crochet, though.
I love shawls and scarves. I’ve recently made an infinity scarf and a cowl for Christmas gifts. I’m working on one that’s called a “Dragon Belly Shawl.” It’s gorgeous! After it’s done, I’m going to make a pair of dragon-scale fingerless gloves/mitts.
I do offer things for sale, but most of what I make is gifted to different people for different reasons.
Recently, I’ve had to slow down. I’ve developed tendonitis and it’s taking forever to get well, even with a brace and exercises. (Yes, I even type with the brace on.)
Here’s another one that could probably go in the FAQs.
I don’t know how many times I’ve been asked this. The answer is…complex. My creative journey started when I was quite young, though I can’t put an exact year to it.
My mom used to be a babysitter. It was my job to help entertain the kids. I would make up stories for my brother and some of the other kids. Growing up, my mom encouraged my creativity. Telling stories was just one way she did this.
I think I could say I probably started writing around 12 years old. That’s how I remember it anyway. When I was in high school, my tenth grade English teacher required us to keep a journal. She would collect them once a week. She wouldn’t read what was written, but she would just check to see if we were writing in them every day.
I wrote my first poem in that journal.
When I was in 11th grade, I got brave and showed that poem to my English teacher. She liked it. From then on for the rest of the year, she would find student contests for me to enter.
I never really called myself a writer, though. I didn’t have “permission.” Even into college.
Then, during my fourth semester of college, I was waiting in a hallway for a class to end before my next one started. A classmate walked up and saw me reading Writer’s Digest and asked, “Oh, are you a writer?”
I hesitated. Then I said, “yes.”
In that moment, something in me shifted. Something clicked.
I had permission to call myself a writer!
That made all the difference in the world. After that, it didn’t matter if people thought I could or couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if they liked what I wrote. It didn’t matter if they thought I was a “real writer” or not.
Because I KNEW I WAS!
I had given myself permission to call myself a writer. To be a writer. To tell anyone who asked what I did. That is when I really started writing.
This could probably go into an FAQ section. A lot of times, I’m asked how much research do I do for my books.
The easy answer is: It depends on the book. Some require more research than others do.
Here’s the thing.
I like to research things. I can easily get lost in Google searches and following tangents until what I’m looking at bears nothing to the original search. So what do I do?
Honestly, I start writing. When I need to know something, I look up that thing. For example, in Navajo Rose, I needed to know some police scanner codes. I did a Google search on that phrase and got a pretty good list on various scanner codes used in law enforcement.
Doing research like this keeps me on track and I don’t go off on very many tangents.
It should go without saying that if I’m writing anything historical/semi-historical, I do a lot more research up front, but I do enough to get going and then look up whatever else I need to know.
I’m still hoping to find an old map of Ireland, the older the better.
Back in October, I posted about Creative Self-Care. I have to admit that I haven’t really done that myself. I’ve been in get-it-done mode.
You know how it is.
You have your list. You’re checking it twice. You’re gonna find out who’s naughty… Wait. Wrong list. And I’m not Santa.
Anyway, you have your list and you double- and triple-check to make sure you’re dong everything you want to do. Then a hiccup comes along and makes you adjust your plan, but you’re still determined to get it done.
You don’t take time for you. You get run down. You don’t feel all that great. You’re trying to do everything right, but you’re… just… so… tired.
There are a lot of reasons for it, not just being busy and trying to get things done, but that is part of it.
I’ve decided to lighten up on myself. I’m not going to harp on what I have or haven’t done, because that’s not the point.
I am going to rest. I am going to do things for me. That includes reading and listening to podcasts just for the fun of it. If my wrist cooperates, that means making a “dragon belly” shawl and some dragon-scale fingerless gloves. Or starting them, anyway.
It means slowing down and taking my own advice.
This is a video that has been on my to-watch list for a while. I thought I would move it to the forefront for me to watch and share it with you at the same time.