Category Archives: Creativity

Handwritten Pages #3

This week’s Handwritten Page is inspired by a colleague of mine who wrote down for me a series of events and remembrances of growing up in Queensland, Australia.

I have only taken a snippet of a memory while I work out a larger story from the raw material. On a side notes, people’s stories are fascinating.

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My sister and I would sit in in the projectionist’s booth at the drive-in, offering gifts of popcorn, hot chips and sips of Coke to the projectionist. Gifts from our mother who ran the tuck shop as we waited for Dad to pick us up after he finished his shift.
We watched visions of life unspool through the reels as the clatter of the projector spoke over the dialogue and music, until frame by frame, it disappeared.
I loved how the end of the film would fthlip fthlip fthlip as the reel ended. A child’s tongue extended, blowing a raspberry. I saw it as a cheeky gesture, a way to express myself no matter how serious or shitty life would become. A chance to blow a raspberry at circumstance while the reel was changed and life moved on.

Handwritten Pages #2

The second instalment of Handwritten Pages. This one was inspired while reading Amanda Palmer’s book, “The Art of Asking.”

I cannot recommend her book highly enough if you are a creative person. It is a heartfelt and affirming read; quite challenging to accept her premise sometimes but as a creative person there is such a wealth of ideas to gain from it. If time is of the essence, listen to her TED Talk.

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The couple sit across from each other at the dining room table, each with a pen and a pad of Post It Notes.
In silence they share a communion of scribbled notes, stick figure cartoons and random doodles intermingled wiht a chorus of laughter, sighs and whispers.
There is a solemn but playful sincerity to their ritual as the notes pass back and forth.
He passes a note to her; the body of Christ.
She receives it. Reads and responds.
She passes a note to him; the blood of Christ.
He receives it. Reads and responds.
He offers his hand and they stand to leave with the benediction spoken on paper.
They leave the notes as holy writ.

Handwritten Pages

What I don’t do enough of is write by hand, letting the pen and paper become an exploration. Yesterday I was inspired by a blog post on calligraphy to use my notebooks more effectively.

I know writers who use Julia Cameron’s (The Artist’s Way) technique of morning pages. The idea is you free write first thing in the morning as it clears the head and channels a creative flow. Mornings don’t work for me but the concept of free writing association can be done at any time. 

I want to use a specific notebook of mine for this exercise as it is unlined meaning I can use the space on the page to convey meaning as much as the words do. I can alter my handwriting style, use colour, draw shapes or doodle images. Over the coming months I will share more handwritten explorations.

Below is the first attempt at using a notebook for handwritten explorations. Nothing fancy. Just text. 

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“I dab the tissue at the pinpoint of blood on my fingertip, blotting the word that pools. The tissue is spattered with random words bleeding into one another in a random game of Scrabble. Another word forms and I place it on my tongue to break it down to letters and reabsorb it. The blank page waits patiently as I resist the urge to open a vein.”

Book Versus Movie Part 2

A little while back I argued in Book Versus Movie that there is much to gain from seeing film as a different language of art. 

But I’ve been thinking about it some more and watching The Book Thief on tv recently crystallised another aspect of the book versus movie debate. I didn’t watch the entirety of the movie (I will watch it in full one day) for one reason that  I hadn’t thought of: voice.

I love The Book Thief. It is a magnificently written book and one of my favourites. Death narrates the story and it is this voice, and the voice of the author, that makes it such a stirring novel for me. While watching the film, I didn’t have the same sense of voice. The film looks superb, the characters well defined, but it was the lack of authorial voice that I was expecting that made me turn off. 

Similarly, my viewing of The Lord of The Rings is informed by my reading of the novels. There are parts that I love and adore in the film, and others that are just downright cheesy and lacking the right voice to give the scene its proper gravitas or humour. The voice of LOTR is sometimes as dry as mortuary dust but that is what gives the novel is authenticity and pathos and humour.

Voice is one of those almost intangible aspects of writing; you know what voice you like, those you do not, those that sound mellifluous, those that sound like a Year 9 class on Friday afternoon. I think voice works for cinema too but it is more a chorus.

The “book was better than the movie” debate is too simplistic and we need to unpack it to understand why it is said, and whether we believe it or not. Both are art forms, with different voices and different modes of production, and should be treated as such. To simply divide is to denigrate one art form, extol the other and the division is not helpful. 

Appreciation and understanding is the aim.

Someone Else’s Words Are A Good Limitation

I’ve collected the last few of my poems I wrote on Storybird. 

Having a limited number of words provides a defined boundary for a creative act. I like doing them because it is a quick creative activity that can be done in about 10 minutes.

Similarly, blackout or erasure poetry has a defined set of limitations (word choice, paragraphing etc) but the creative act comes in embracing the boundaries. A little bit of thinking inside the box.

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Create Even When You Have To Use Someone Else’s Tools

Late last year I came across Storybird. I posted about it here and here.

Normally during the month of February I engage and indulge in Post It Note Poetry (follow the hashtag #pinp16 on Twitter). This year I am not doing it. Things are chaotic with work right now so the opportunity to use someone else’s tools to create is a shortcut to keeping my creativity on the boil. 

Simply select an image, you are given some random words and go forth and create. This is the genius of it. It’s someone else’s tools to use and make them work for you.

Here are some recent additions.

A different take on Post It Note Poetry this year.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper

Looking after a friend’s children recently I took along my Lego Stormtrooper knowing he had plenty of City Lego set up. So, my Lego Stormtrooper went visiting. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to have some fun and tell a story in the process.

The Lonely Stormtrooper #1 Taking a well earned holiday, TLS took a mystery flight to see if he could relax.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #2 At first he felt lost, just one of the crowd, but at least he had individuality here.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #3 He thought a boat trip may help him relax but he got seasick before they left the dock.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #4 Taking a wander around the port helped get rid of his seasickness but not his stress.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #5 Everything was so busy, frantic, always on the go. Just like work.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #6 Lunch for one had its advantages, sitting in the corner booth. At least the tea was good.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #7 An afternoon constitutional was in order. He liked the order of the trees. Felt like home.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #8 A stable was a welcome distraction. Everyone loves to pat equine. He missed his dewback.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #9 But one should never pass up the opportunity to spin the decks. Bringing the noise!

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #10 And there was even time for a photoshoot as a momento of his day. Black is so slimming.

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The Lonely Stormtrooper #11 Then it was time to go home. Still lonely but having had a good day nonetheless. The End

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Photo A Day In January – Part 2

Here is the second collection of images from the Photo A Day in January challenge.

A reminder of what this looks like:

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Day 11 – Outdoors

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Day 12 – Something I Wore

I wore these for a friend's wedding almost 20 years ago. They have held up really well. Still wear them from time to time.

I wore these for a friend’s wedding almost 20 years ago. They have held up really well. Still wear them from time to time.

Day 13 – Three of a Kind

Tiny beanbag chickens

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Day 14 – Close-Up

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Day 15 – Mail

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Day 16 – Chair

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Day 17  – Faceless

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Day 18 – White

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Day 19 – In the Hand

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Day 20 – Patterns

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Photo A Day In January

I came across a Photo A Day challenge. Better still, it gave each day a focus.

It is something different for this writer to attempt, another creative task to help get the mind thinking.

Let it be well and truly known that I am not a photographer; I am only using the camera on my phone. If the image is edited it is for black and white or cropping, with minimal colour correction/enhancement. No other filters were used.

Here is the list:

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And here is the first third. There is still time to join in.

Day 1 Black and White

My girls, aged 8 and 10.

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Day 2 What I Did Today

Celebrating a friend’s 40th birthday (that’s him in the middle, me on the left and my best mate on the right).

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Day 3 Water

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Day 4 Circle

Taking an obscure idea for this one.

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Day 5 Leaves

I’m a writer so the first thing I think of when it comes to leaves is the pages of a book.

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Day 6 Something Blue

Rediscovering my Lego collection.

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Day 7 Reading

Many years of Modern Drummer magazine (not seen is all my Phantom comics)

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Day 8 Landscape

The backyard is a landscape.

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Day 9 Shoes

I love my Converse.

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Day 10 – Lucky

Another tangential idea for this one. Three symbols I wear around my neck: the Trinity (my faith), drumsticks (my passion – other than writing), butterfly (my daughters).

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Planning With Post It Notes

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been mapping out the verse novel I keep referring to. I started it last year with no real plan and began writing. 13.5K words later it petered to a halt as the year ended and I endeavoured to pick it up at the beginning of this year.

Best laid plans often involve doughnuts but returning to this project stalled for a number of reasons.

However…!

Staring at a document is not always the best way to find the holes and work out what needs to be fixed. When it comes to learning styles I am not much of a visual person, preferring verbal/auditory and writing (no surprises there). 

After a lot of thinking and composting trying to work out how this would all hold together, I thought about using Post It Notes to visually map the story I was telling.

Therefore, I printed it out, bought a wad of Post It Notes and started scribing, the title of each poem on individual notes. I needed to see the overall arching narrative, find out where the gaps were and think through what ending it was working towards.

Phase One – Beginning Mapping

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The yellow Post It Notes is the MC arranged as the document appears on my computer. The pink is the MC’s own poetry, her Fermata (musical pauses – there is a strong musical reference in this verse novel). The blue is the MC’s boyfriend and his contribution to the narrative, his Random Conversations.

It reads from left to right (using the yellow Post It notes).

Phase Two – Playing With the Pieces

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I began to rearrange the order of the poems and play around as to where the Fermata and Random Conversations would fit. Still reading from left to right but now adding in more of the narrative.

From here I went back to my notebook and started making notes about the plot and characters, scribbling out a brief synopsis to help work out the structure and development of the narrative.

Phase Three – I’m Thinking of Something Orange

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The benefit of doing it on the wall was to see where there were gaps in the narrative. I used orange notes to suggest scenes/ideas/concepts to help build the storyline.

Phase Four – The “Final” Version

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This mess makes sense to me. The story now has a structure and a flow (of sorts). I have now transferred the Post It Notes to my exercise book so I can begin the rewriting and editing.

I am going to take my print out and rearrange the pages as per the order shown above and reread to see if it holds together, even allowing for the gaps and silences yet to be written. 

I doubt this will be the final iteration in terms of plot and structure but doing this has given me a clearer idea of the form and direction of my verse novel.

Handy Hints

  • buy quality Post It notes as you don’t want them falling off
  • have a large handy piece of blank wall, or windows.
  • take a photo regularly in case they fall off so you can return them
  • colour code (character, plot, problems, themes)

I intend to use Post It Notes to help with the planning and mapping of a vignette collection I am working towards. Many, many uses.

Perhaps you’d like to join in Post It Note Poetry in February, 2016.