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It happens when you least expect it! Your mind gets lost in a dark thicket and there is no escape! You wake-up to realize you have been surrounded by the ill-tempered and they have zapped every once of your creative spark.
They circle like old hags exclaiming again and again “Watch what you eat! You are wearing that!? Is that a drink in your hand? Oh My! You are not reading THAT! Are you?”
You are left dredging around in the fog! You can almost see the creative light! Grasp it! Touch it!
Until some old miser out of nowhere dims the light by exclaiming and rattling his cane “Science is the only truth. Liberal arts is nothing but misfits and degenerates. Nothing but misfits and degenerates! They know nothing!”
The fog gets thicker and you drudge on feeling all of the creative energy being sucked from your body. Your mind is replaced with self-doubt as you ignore the light that once twinkled before you. You go about your routine trying to forget about the unfinished story waiting for you.
Somewhere in the distance you hear a whisper as it calls you back like a long-lost lover “You need me. I need you. We love each other.”
You feel the warmth of the energy moving back into your body as you move forward to the keyboard and return to the story. You begin to work on the next chapter which was lost in the fog surrounded by useless noise. You type on knowing your love affair will only last as long as you put the words to the page with a selfish silence unspoken between the two of you. It is through that silence you escape from the poison of the hags and the miser.
Congratulations! You have escaped the creative energy suck for one more day!
As bloggers we are told by experts that we must define our brand. What is a brand? A brand is a trademark or distinctive name identifying a product or a manufacturer. The last time I checked most of us are living and breathing human beings.
I am not a can of soup.
I am not a box of cereal.
I am not a bag of chips.
I am not a kitchen appliance.
I am not a race car.
So therefore I can deduct that I am not a brand. A brand would mean that it would be an inanimate object waiting for consumers to devour or enjoy my services.
It is when I read bloggers, authors, and journalists. I am not looking at their brand. I am interested in the person behind the creative and what inspires them to be great.
What am I if I am not a brand?
I would like to point out that I am a living breathing human being with thoughts and emotions. Sometimes I write rubbish. Sometimes I hit the mark and I am funny. And sometimes just sometimes something good happens from having a blog.
All of this occurs not because I am a special brand of cyborg. But because I connect with other fellow bloggers who share their own thoughts and creative sparks. Who as far as I know – are also not cereal boxes or cyborgs?
My only request to experts in the blogging field to attempt to use marketing terms that reflect the human spirit. We are real breathing people just as you are a real breathing experts spouting your expertise. So instead of offering courses or insight on finding your brand.
Perhaps, it would be finding yourself? Keeping it Authentic? The Path to Happiness? I am not sure you can really put a brand or a label, on that, can you? But I guess that is the thing in this world of consumerism we all have to be labelled to sell ourselves or you would be out of a job.
So if I was a brand it would be one that took risks, laughed too hard, cried too much, am damned one way or another, and usually busted for holding my finger up to anyone who reminds me of all of my usual inadequacies. But then I guess I am a terrible brand. I am only human after all.
Are you a cyborg? Confess.
Janet Steen examines the question “Have Personal Essays Gotten Too Personal?” in a quest to determine what is the truth and beauty of the personal essay. In her article she points out the shift of the personal essay has transformed with the evolution of blogging. Steen states “Blogs were an inevitable stage, and a useful one, but often they were narcissistic and ranty and you, the reader, had to sift through. A list of gripes does not necessarily make an essay, but a well-crafted, meaningful list of gripes might.”
It is these well meaningful list of gripes that many of us sift through to discover the blogs that are gems and acknowledge that there is a truth to their writing. It provides meaning and sustenance in our daily lives.
One of the many diamonds in the rough contribute each day whether it is a ranty post about poor customer service, an inspirational post about a walk in the park, the political manifesto that your never thought of, or a humourous look at motherhood. All of these have helped to shape and transform our world and bring people one step closer together within the global community.
Janet Steen points out “A great essay takes some little leap out of the ordinary, it has alchemy to it, it has magic.” It’s when you discover that hidden gem which makes blogging more interesting and exciting! It is underneath that gem which holds a truth of what is beautiful and imperfectly human.
I have seen and read comments on occasion that suggest every Tom, Dick, and Harry seem to have a blog these days. It maybe true but the rubbish usually fades into the sunset while many bloggers seek to find their own truth through the words of their own blogs. They seek out to be better, to express themselves with eloquence, and shine on their own page.
Seth Godin, points out in his short novel The Dip “The people who are the best in the world specialize at getting really good at the questions they don’t know.” So perhaps as many bloggers throw in the towel there are many bloggers out there attempting to be the best by expanding their growth as writers and taking the time to seek out the truth.
It is by pushing ourselves to the limits that we create new expressive thoughts in personal essays. As the world evolves, technology pushes us too new limits, our thoughts, and dialog will change. It is our role as bloggers to break the rules and seek the limits of discovering the truth through our own creative work. It is up to us to determine what is good and thumb our nose at the rigid critics who are unwilling to change with the times.
Do you attempt to take a leap out of the ordinary with your blogging?
We all wait for that special eureka moment! It occurs to us in the shower, on a solitary walk, or as we rest our head to the pillow when the lights begin to dim out. It comes at the most unusual times and when we least expect it!
Eureka is that one moment when we jump for joy and are inspired to share our thoughts to the world!
If you could share one blog post that was your Eureka moment what would it be?
I am a creature of habit and when I return home for a visit I fall back into the hum of a very old routine. It is the drive down the river for a fresh lobster roll and a stroll along the boardwalk. I like to listen to the sound of the wind and gaze at the blue heron in the distant horizon.
It’s the familiarity of the landscape and the comfort of being close to water that ignites a quiet inspiration.
As I reflect back on this past summer with the thoughts of pints with friends, the warmth of my family, and the acquaintances who greet you on the street with a warm hello.
They are all a reminder that one of the greatest gifts in this world is the ability to connect with a warm smile or a gregarious laugh.
So as the west wind keeps me in one spot my heart always quietly yearns for the east coast. But blogging has helped to soothe that loss with the connection of friends throughout the world.
It is something that I am grateful for and smile to you for making me feel so much closer to home.
What does the word “home” mean to you?
Hair it is a part of who we are and our identity. It aggravates us, comforts us, and sometimes shields us from the elements. It is after one of those days I look forward to is stepping into a steamy shower and washing my hair.
The few minutes in the shower is my own time to clear my thoughts, relax my muscles, and wash away the negativity of the day. I look forward to lathering the shampoo into my hair and inhaling the fragrant scent that wraps its blanket around me with comfort.
I then wait letting the conditioner repair and untangle the wavy mess that is my hair. It is by untangling the mess with ease which gives me a small sense of control in the tornado that has swept through my day.
It is in that silent moment I stretch and breath trying to regain a minute of clarity. As the moment passes I slowly rinse with my thoughts running forward thinking tomorrow will be a much better day.
I know in the next wild moments of life when my hair is blowing in the wind and there is no answers that I will get a fragrant scent that sweeps across my face. It is that scent that comforts me and lets me know it will all be okay.
Do you have a small step in your daily routine to help shift the perspective of your day?