Throughout life, I have often considered myself a late bloomer, but never more so than now in discovering the joy of index cards. Yes, index cards!
With the little writer’s voice in my head constantly pitching ideas to me, the challenge has always been to find the means to capture those ideas IMMEDIATELY.
I can usually juggle a handful of random ideas for about half an hour until I can get to a screen or a piece of paper to jot them down. But beyond that, I run the same risk as the cartoon dog from the movie “Up!” because the moment I’m distracted by a “Squirrel!” the idea could be gone forever.
Sometimes an idea might just fizzle out on its own, or sometimes it might grow into a mighty oak in the form of a blog post, a screenplay or even a novel, but the key is to capture that idea in order to see what comes of it.
To do that, I do my best to capture them all. Figuring out the best vehicle to capture the ideas has been the tricky part. Continue reading
I was recently honoured with the invitation to submit a guest blog to Australian writer, author and novelist Kevin Klehr.
The topic for the post I submitted is how, over time, the blogging process became more than just about words. Blogging became a vehicle for a much more expansive creative process. Check it out:
While you are there, please check out the rest of his web site at kevinklehr.com for his blog posts as well as excerpts and trailers of his books and short stories.
I would like to take this opportunity to extend my deepest gratitude to Kevin for his generosity, his kindness and for his encouragement.
Sincere thanks for reading!
Have a great day,
Not that long ago, I used to be that guy that people went to when they needed help with their computers, printers, cell phones and FAX machines.
Hmm… if FAX machines are in the equation, maybe it was two decades ago, but in the grand scheme of things it feels like it was just yesterday.
Back in those days, it was a delight to be able to play with the faulty object in question, push a few buttons, pretend that I knew that I was doing, and before you could say “control-alt-delete”, I seemed able to fix things without even breaking a sweat, to the delight of family, friends and co-workers.
Even though I never really had any formal training, I seemed to have a knack for fixing small appliances too without setting fire to anything or ending up with a handful of leftover parts after reassembling. I don’t know where it came from, but I am certainly grateful.
Sadly, the only thing I wasn’t able to figure out and explain to my Grandmother was my Granddad’s universal remote after he passed away. That one remains a mystery to this day.
But over time, something happened. As technology evolved and became smarter (with fewer moving and serviceable parts) it seems my superpower in fixing appliances suddenly needed fixing itself.
And then you have weeks like this one, where I waved the white flag in defeat as technology in its infinite simplicity beat me into submission. Continue reading