Inspiration Mindset Part 2. Tuning the Receiver: New, Vivid Experiences

new vivid experiences

I often write a few lines of poetry at bedtime.  My mind is less able to maintain its strict linear-ness and all of life seems just a bit dreamier, as if part of me is already making that long descent into sleep.

But eventually my well of impressions starts to dry out if all I’ve been doing during my days is the same old routines, day after day. Even days on end of creating can begin to feel dull in their sameness. Read more

How To Develop a Daily Writing Practice

Hi, it’s Phyllis with the next video in the series on How to Develop a Daily Writing Practice. The third in the series is 5 Priceless Benefits of Daily writing. This is aimed at my mastermind group, but if you’re not in it, enjoy!

So, a daily writing practice is pretty simple: You just have to do it everyday! The first video was about 5 Essentials for Getting Started, and this video is about how to make it a daily thing. Read more

5 Essentials for Getting Started with Writing

Daily writing is the cornerstone tool that I use in my creative life and my personal life. It’s my #1 recommendation to clients and friends. It’s my best friend and my surest connection to the highest wisdom (and the loudest whines!)

The blank page is my confidante, my workshop, my solace and my laboratory as I use writing to understand myself and my place in the Universe. Read more

Time to Fill the Well: Brief Whine, New Book Tiny Preview

photo: Laura Musikanski

This is pretty much what it comes down to some days. Start with a new document, a new blank document (They had to put that in there) and hit Choose (and that.)

Shit. All I want to do is eat and then go to the movies. Maybe I’ve been pushing myself too hard. This blog post a week plus videos on weekends, plus launching a mastermind, plus, plus, plus is hard work, day after day. Basically, I don’t have a life. All the things I tell other people to do and what I purport to write about? The tide’s gone out on all that, and all I’m doing is working. Read more

The Quickening

Yesterday I found myself yearning for a wordless place, a beautiful place where I could just be. I was tired of defining, concluding, reaching, yearning, improving, examining and, yes, growing. I fell into a deep sleep after I came home from work, and when I woke up, my head was empty. I couldn’t remember anything. I went upstairs to my work space and plopped and dozed some more with my feet up and my hair squished and matted on the high back of the leather chair where I do my writing. I looked at piles of papers, and I swear every squiggle I’ve ever made with ink on a page was screaming at me. But silently. Because I no longer understood language.

I closed my eyes against the din and breathed. Who am I, anyway? And why can’t who I am be orderly, defined, presentable, and outline-able? Quantifiable? I am nearly sixty years old, for goodness sake. When am I done chewing through the chyrsalis? Read more

Dowsing With My Butt (On Writing a Novel by the Seat of My Pants)

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My mind is quietly being blown. I am about 11,500 words into the novel I am writing for National Novel Writing Month. I kind of fooled myself into doing this. I waited until the last minute, didn’t tell anyone, and didn’t think about the commitment I was making, pulling a sort of “don’t ask, don’t tell” on myself. I make decisions like that sometimes when I’m driving and can’t decide whether to make that stop or take that road. When I get to the intersection I just let the vehicle make the turn, or not. That’s how I did WriMo. Call it dowsing with your butt. If you find yourself sitting and writing, well, I guess you’re doing WriMo. Read more

Bigger, Bolder Plans Than Mine

It seems clear from this vantage point that the falling apart of things planned for this fall created the space for what needed to happen to happen. Another way of saying this is, “Thank God I am not teaching umpteen writing classes!” It also seems clear that my plans for myself are often the paler, safer version of what good ol ‘Saint Higher Power has in mind for me. To wit, my week:

I started a new job. I haven’t worked in a year. I survived an 8 hour orientation. Sort of.  At least, I came back the next day. As Loretta LaRoche points out, if you really want to amuse your coworkers, waltz in, twirl, and announce, “I’m back!” I didn’t do that. I, like everyone else, was on my best behavior, went where I was supposed to go, learned a whole lot of stuff, was welcomed and welcomed, and when I came home I was happy to be there, but not exhausted, I noted, not exhausted. I look forward to doing my actual job which is going to be much easier than orientation. Read more