Sweet Summer Winds Are What I’ll Remember Most.

Post by Carina Spring.

Stand By For The Weather…

“By all these lovely tokens, September days are here, with summer’s best of weather, and autumn’s best of cheer.”

Helen Hunt Jackson

This is the last weekend of the summer, and what a send off. We couldn’t have asked for a more radiant Saturday.

I went for a bike ride to enjoy this beautiful Saturday. Birds gathering to migrate, colourful trees, unbelievably blue skies.

We were so lucky this summer.  The weather here was wonderful – lots of sunny, hot spells and soft breezes – basically, the kind of weather I love most.  I mean really, really love.  (Honestly, the air conditioner doesn’t get much use around our home).

Even when it rained, the storms lasted only a few hours, maybe a day or two, and then we were back to heat and sunshine for a good stretch of time.   The thing that was strange, though, is that the storms we did have seemed to be so powerful.

We had very few ‘soft summer rains’.

So, while most of the days were like this…


the storms that came and went were electrically charged, with strong winds, and  heavy rains belting down rather fiercely.  You could see plenty of evidence of these powerful storms in the lake region near Winnipeg: Felled trees and branches throughout the area.  Parts of the main beach at Winnipeg Beach were closed off for the whole season due to the damage.

Strong storms causing damage in the Interlake Region.
A common sight this summer – strong storms causing damage in the Interlake Region.

In fact, one afternoon out at the lake, when we were inside, a crack of thunder pierced the air so loudly that I froze (ears covered- ouch). It seemed to keep on going… a white light iluminating the whole room while the force of the sound seemed to rattle everything.

When the storm was over, we went outside to see what had happened.  Remarkably, there wasn’t any significant damage. None!  Yet the lightning must have struck extremely close.  We thought for sure we would find a charred tree outside the door!


A reader, Julia, shared with me this pictures of a stormy morning out by lake Winnipeg.
A reader, Julia, took this picture when she was out for a walk by Lake Winnipeg on a stormy morning..

There have even been several tornadoes in the province (…not entirely unusual in the prairies).  One funnel cloud touched down in southwestern Manitoba for around three hours.  Now that is rare.  In Canada, funnel clouds normally only touch down for a few minutes, at most.   The tornado lashed trees, farmlands, and roads.  Miraculously, despite its duration, it did not go through any towns or cities, and caused no major injuries.

We also had a funnel cloud touch down near Winnipeg Beach.  They call it a waterspout when a tornado happens on the water. This one also briefly made it’s way to land.  Again, thankfully, no one was hurt and there was only minimal damage.

I am so glad that there were no major injuries caused by the severe weather, though the trend is worrisome.

Have you experienced any extreme weather in your area?

When I look back on summer 2015, though, soft warm winds are what I will remember most.

One spring day, four colourful, huge kites were dancing in the soft wind, against a radiant blue sky.
One spring day, four colourful, huge kites were dancing in the soft wind, against a radiant blue sky.

Thank you so much for stopping by!  I can’t wait to share my next post with you!

Summer’s Ghost

 “We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming.  We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are.  They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse.  But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.”

Gary Zukav

Welcome back!  Hope you have all had a wonderful summer.  I have missed you, and I have missed blogging for the last long while… Looking forward to catching up.  I have a lot to share, and despite of the fact that the months ahead will be very busy for me, it is the season to get back into regular writing.  I can hardly believe that we are almost at mid-September, but (I think) I am finally embracing the idea of autumn and its routine (maybe).

July and August of 2015 are now behind us, and when all is said and done, I look back on a special summer.  Many out-of-town guests, one road trip to Alberta, a brief stay at the mountains, some time at home, time at the lake. That is the synopsis that describes my summer, but hardly captures it.

It was not a perfect or bump-less summer (literally… I recently suffered a mild concussion.  Please don’t worry, though, I am much better already).  But there were so many beautiful moments – and I am glad that I remembered to notice.

Northern lights, a big round moon, the stars. Fireworks.  Hot days spent swimming in cold water, cool evenings spent by the campfire.  Farm fields, trees, birds.  Mountain lakes.  Laughter, family and friends.  Aaaah.

I miss summer already… and I have lots of stories to tell, but I won’t try to relate my whole summer in one post.

Swimming off one of the many charming public piers. The picture taken at Winnipeg Beach by Julia, a reader.
One of the many charming public piers around Lake Winnipeg. Picture sent in by a reader, Julia.

Hopefully, some of the experiences and thoughts that I’ve been wanting to share with you will find their way into my blog posts in the months to come.  As I’ve heard it said, “In September, we know we’ll welcome summer’s ghost.”

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”

John Lubbock

A serene moment on the shores of Lake Winnipeg, image captured by reader Julia.
A serene moment on the shores of Lake Winnipeg, captured on camera by reader Julia.

Scribble Share: A New Friend Is in Town

I have two older brothers.  I get along extremely well with them, and I love their families to pieces.  One of them will be living far away for a year; left yesterday evening.  So I came up with this new little thing I am calling a “Scribble Share”…

A few days ago, I scribbled down this anecdote with some markers, and thought I would share it today, along with a few photographs.





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… Carlita is great with people, and loves kids.  Unfortunately, she is not so keen on other animals, which means walking her is not always as relaxing as one would like!

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I have to give my son credit, he has stepped up and is taking the dog for walks, and being very helpful.

…and he is already asking for his own dog for next year. (❕)

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Below, Carlita dries off after a swim in a pet-friendly beach.  I guess she needed to relax after seeing so many other  dogs!


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If you think you might want to do a scribble share, have a go at it!  It’s pretty fun to do.  Please link it back here, I would love to check it out. 😃

Home Is Where The Story Begins

It feels good to be writing again!  I have not posted in 28 days.  I just counted, and the number actually surprised me!  I started blogging at the end of November, and since then, I have always posted at least once a week, and often more.  Most months, 2 or 3 posts a week was the norm.

Back in November, as I was just starting this blog, I created the image below for my landing page (with the help of my 11 year old son).  It was a fun little project, completed on a big piece of paper early one afternoon, but I wound up not using it.  So today, as I ‘begin again’, I thought would be a good time to share it.


The other thing that has surprised me is how hard it is to start writing again.  When I was writing all of the time, sitting down to prepare another blog post came quite easily.  Having broken the momentum, though, it’s kind of awkward to begin again.  You know when you hear your own voice on a recording and think, “I sound like that?”  Writing for the first time in a while gives me a similar sensation.

So all this has got me thinking a bit about why I haven’t posted, and how staying at home, and leaving on a trip both play a part in the creative process.

On staying…

We can do simple things at home to create the environment we need. We can surround ourselves with books and quotes, images that inspire, and keepsakes that we love.  We can change the colours in our office, or get a brighter lightbulb for the desk.

In the famous words of Franz Kafka, “It isn’t necessary that you leave home.  Sit at your desk and listen.  Don’t even listen, just wait.  Don’t wait, be still and alone.  The whole world will offer itself to you.”

There is a value in knowing how to stay, especially in today’s world, which is constantly in motion.  Staying teaches us how to change our perspective so that familiarity does not become stale; to see the old through new eyes.   This requires and cultivates a certain creativity and ability to appreciate everyday moments.

On Going…

Still, it is invigorating to change our environment entirely every now and then, and go somewhere different.  Distance is the quickest prescription to refreshing and reviving our spirits, helping us see things in a new way.

The last 28 days for me have included some travel.  Nothing too exotic – we drove west through a couple of provinces to see the mountains (that’s where I took the first  picture of the sign) and visit family.  I haven’t been to the mountains for years, though, so I was excited about it, and I always love to see our families.  The 28 days also included a short period of intense work, as well as hosting out of town guests in our home.  Each of those 28 days was rich and meaningful. There were amusing moments, light with humour and laughter.  Other moments stirred thoughts about life, the passage of time, and even the meaning of bizarre coincidences (more on that soon).

I took this photograph from the passenger's window as we drove through Saskatchewan, "The land of the living sky".
I took this photograph from the passenger’s window as we drove through Saskatchewan, “The land of the living sky”.

In tandem…

It is only now that I am home again that I am ready to reflect on these experiences through writing.  In many ways, home is where I make meaning of the adventures that happen outside its doors.

Home is the firm base from where we can launch into our adventures, and home is often where the story is ready to be told after our return.  And whatever home might mean, and whether the story is a sad or joyful one – in so many ways, the story really does begin at home.


The Aqua-marine Computer

Hello! Today’s post is being written from my new computer!  For the last while, I have been blogging from my phone!  It has been surprisingly effective, but I have missed using an actual computer!!

My old computer was 8 years old (at least), and was acting funny. It probably had a virus.   One day, it simply shut down and wouldn’t start up again.  I tried different things, but nothing worked.  Then, I waited, half expecting it to wake up, but it never did.

Goodbye old friend… and the stories that were lost along with you!  A cautionary note: back up all of your work!  In many ways, this experience was a lesson in letting go – not of the computer, but of the work that I had not backed up.  What surprises me is that I don’t feel upset.  Part of the reason might be that I was not particularly attached to most of the work I had saved to my hard-drive, though there were a few pieces I would have liked to develop further. Besides, I have not completely given up hope.  At some point, we might still find a way to fix that old computer.

In the end, though, I feel there was value in the process of writing those ideas, and what I learned will find its way into what I write in the future.  I miss a few of the pieces, but there is a freedom in releasing, instead of trying to hold on.


In truth, we had been thinking about replacing that old computer for quite a while, so last week we bought a new one.   We are still setting it up and learning how to use all of its features, so it will be a few days before I am up to speed.

Welcome new computer!  Yes, I know, that is a picture of a diary!  But it is sitting on top of the new computer. As you can see from this snap-shot, the computer is a beautiful aquamarine colour!  It makes sense to photograph my diary along with the computer because, in some ways, they work best in tandem!


I normally don’t care too much about such things, but I am really happy about the colour of my new computer. They call it teal, but it looks more like aquamarine to me, which is my favourite colour – and I am a pretty big fan of most colours,  so that is saying a lot.  I think that aquamarine will get me into the right frame of mind when I sit down to work!

I also came to a realization through this period of working without a lap-top.

For me, the process of writing has always started with pen and paper.  I would start by writing a good part of the rough copy on paper, and then transcribe those words into the computer, where I would develop the thoughts further.  In my time without a computer, though, I realized that, somewhere along the line, that has changed for me.

Don’t get me wrong, my writing process still involves a lot of interaction between the use of a pencil and the development of the idea on the computer.  I still write in my diary, and use it to jot down ideas, and to brainstorm.  However, the thoughts now flow easily when I sit down to write on my keyboard, and I certainly don’t need to start the rough draft in pencil (though I sometimes still do).  I don’t know when this change happened.  Years ago?  The fact is, though, that the practice of sitting down and writing intentionally seemed to happen a lot less without my keyboard around.

How about you?  Are paper and pencil an integral part of your creative process, or are you a techie all the way?

I am happy to have a working computer again, and I look forward to sharing my summer adventures and reflections with you!  Thanks so much for stopping by!


Life’s Landmarks

For the last 18 years, when we are coming home after a long road trip, there is a tree that welcomes us.

Amidst the prairie farm fields, in a particularly flat stretch, this tree unexpectedly breaks up the landscape, triumphantly announcing that we only have 100km left on our journey home.


It was already a large tree when my husband and I first admired it, as newly weds, on our return home after visiting family in a different province. Since then, things have changed with each visit.

There have been the uplifting changes, like the years when there were new arrivals to the family – the births of my son, and his cousins. How wonderful it is to watch children grow, and it is hard to believe how fast it happens! This July will be the first time that one of them, my eldest nephew, will spend the whole summer working away from home.


There have been the inevitable losses, too.  Sadly, my husband’s parents are both gone now, his childhood home sold.  That summer tradition of the family sitting together in that backyard, near that lovingly tended garden, a finished chapter.

Many rich moments connect the years between those road trips. And after all this time, our majestic old friend still welcomes us home.


My Favorite Clutter

Several years ago, I de-cluttered my home. I discovered that the process was more about celebrating what you choose to keep than mourning what you decide to discard.

It turned out to be an exciting undertaking with joyful results. Our home felt relaxing, spacious and revived by a new energy.

I was so glad that others could benefit from the many items that we no longer needed, and thrilled to have re-discovered items that I had abandoned in my own basement.

My home was transformed. One treasure at a time, one change inspiring the next.  Our house became a place that celebrated our life and nourished us in new ways.

We have moved to a different house since then, and the experience of decluttering my previous home has profoundly affected how I am setting up my current home.

It has also inspired the new series I am introducing at home…hurrah!  It’s called My Favourite Clutter!  This series is about celebrating those special items – the ones that share our stories and express something unique about who we are.  The clutter that we love for whatever reason!



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A Mysterious Lakeside Treasure

When my son was about six years old, my husband and I took him on a drive out in the country, along a lake-side road.  Stopping here and there to explore,  we wound up finding a quiet, narrow, little beach, lined on one side with trees and bush. We stayed for a while, enjoying the air and peaceful view, while our son played in the rocky sand.  At one point, he stopped and ran excitedly toward us holding this object he’d found in the shoreline, where the water meets the rocky sand.




It was made of a heavy metal, and had clearly been around for a long time – deeply encrusted with rocks, and so rusted that it had an organic appearance.


On our way home, we had fun guessing what this object might be, and imagining what unusual circumstances could have brought it to its current state.

How long would it have taken for rocks to become so deeply embedded into the metal?

Any ideas?

My son was so proud to have found such a unique souvenir.   Now it happily adorns my studio, on a shelf amongst my plants, reminding me of a beautiful afternoon that is suddenly 5 years away; reminding me to pay attention to life as it happens.




Something I Could Not Resist

Post by Carina Spring.

Image: Redfish Lake Idaho Morning Fog by Charles Knowles, Courtesy of Flickr, CC

Background ~ Inspiration for Today’s Post:

Why don’t I just give up? That was the title of Monday’s post at The Creativity Cauldron. Essentially, the post was about how we sometimes decide to give up “working on a particular creative vent only to return to it.”  In her post, Bekki Hill was wondering why she kept going back to writing a novel, even though she had decided not to work on it this year. She left us with some thought-provoking questions: Have you a similar problem with a different type of creativity? Do you have a theory about why I can’t give up?

The interesting coincidence was that the previous Saturday evening, I had been discussing this very same idea with a woman at a dinner party. We really connected and wound up sharing stories about our creative journeys so far. This woman is a talented singer, and lately had been feeling a strong desire to write. She wasn’t quite sure how to get started, or why she wanted to do it, but the pressing fact was that the desire kept coming back.

The Big Decision:

Years ago, I went through a lenthy period in my life when I was having a hard time doing creative work. I was too busy, and when I actually had the time, I didn’t have the energy.  Top it off with a pretty strong inner critic, and I just couldn’t make creativity a regular, satisfying part of my life. Sure, I would draw or paint occasionally, but the ideas and the ache to create were always present in the back of my mind.  Frustrated by the conflict between my desire to make art, and the inability to get to it, I decided to quit. I was not going to draw, or make any kind of art anymore. I would abandon the whole thing, quietly freeing myself from this problem; I would lead a life without that constant urge to create. Of course, that did not happen. I continued to have that longing in my heart, and the ideas continued to come.

Like A Fog Horn…

One day, I was watching a documentary called Man on Wire, about Philippe Petit and his epic walk on wire across the Twin Towers. I’ve mentioned it before in a previous post, and also linked it to his beautiful Ted Talk. Anyhow, at the time I watched the documentary, I copied some of the most memorable words into my diary.

This was one of the quotes, although to really appreciate it, you should hear it said with his musical French accent:

The only way to become an artist is having no choice,

to be called…                                         

So being called is something beautiful…

First, it’s like a song, like a fog horn… Someone or something calls,

but it is also a provision of faith, and vocation calling…


Nadine Schaeffer Cloudforest Flickr CC
Nadine Schaeffer Cloudforest Flickr CC

A couple of days later, in my next diary entry, I realized something:

“This is the hardest thing, in some ways, days like this. Days when you are tired… You feel a bit blue, and routine calls forcefully, rather than the beautiful horn of your vocation. And you wonder, do I even have any talent? Why should I bother? Who am I kidding? When will I ever have time? … It is in these moments when one feels discouraged. Yet, why do I keep dreaming, and thinking, and longing to create? I think that is the fog horn. That part of you that is aching and wishing to be expressed, sometimes more loudly than others…”

In other words, that fact that we keep going back to a certain creative outlet, that inability to abandon it, that is the calling of a vocation.

Letting Go of Resistance …

Philippe Petit reflected, “Something I could not resist, and did not make any effort to resist called me up on that wire.”

In our busy lives, we sometimes put off doing things that we really need to do for ourselves.  That’s life.   One shouldn’t feel guilty about it because there are times when we have important responsibilities, and it is necessary and good for those priorities to guide our time. I don’t want to make it sound like it was a bad period in my life, either. I was happy for other reasons, and I did not resent the choices I needed to make. Still, I knew something was missing.

Eventually, the problem for me was that resisting who I was, resisting what I really needed to be doing, was becoming a habit of thought. Everything else was always the priority.

I have entered a different stage in my life. These days, I work part-time, and although my career still keeps me busy, I have more time to devote to my creative outlets. The wonderful thing is that now I am ready, and I am so grateful for the opportunity. I still have a long way to go.  I am still learning, and little by little incorporating creative outlets into my life.

In the end, it is Rudyard Kipling’s words that have often come to mind:

Do the things you really want to do if you possibly can. Don’t wait for circumstances to be exactly right. You’ll find that they never are.”


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St.Joseph and Benton Harbor Lighthouses – Russell Sekeet, Flickr CC

Liebster Award

Home… hurrah! is happy to accept the Liebster award.  I would like to send a sincere thank-you to Bekki Hill at thecreativitycauldron.com, and to the Domestic Philosopher at domesticphilosopher.com .  I appreciate your nominations for this lovely award.  It is a wonderful way to discover new blogs, connect with other bloggers, and feel encouraged about all of the hard work we put into these projects!

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Some of the blogs which I regularly visit have very recently accepted nominations, so I will not include them in the list, although they are also wonderful blogs!

My nominees:



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Here are my answers to Bekki’s questions:

What’s your earliest memory of being creative? Creative activities were encouraged and part of growing up in our household.  My brothers and I would draw for fun, and play imaginatively, so in my memory, creativity and childhood are practically symonymous.

Who are your ideal dinner guests? People who want to relax, and enjoy an evening sharing and connecting in an authentic way.

Do you have a secret talent or party trick? I do have secret talents, but I have no party tricks at all!

Are you tidy or untidy? I used to be very untidy, especially as a teenager, but that has changed. Now, I embrace the challenge of creating a space that enhances living. I love spending time at home, so I want it to be set up in such a way that the whole family can relax, grow, and enjoy doing the things they love. My space tends to be lived in, not perfect, but also clean, bright and welcoming.  It’s all about celebrating your home and nourishing the life you want to live.  This is a topic of interest to me, and early in my blogging I wrote a two part post on it: part 1 and part 2.

What’s your drink of choice? It depends on the time of day!  I love water and drink plenty of it throughout the day. In the mornings, a like to have a coffee with a lot of milk. In the evenings, especially on weekends, I enjoy a glass of wine.  Every now and then, I crave a delicious cup of tea.

Who inspires you? My mom has been a great role-model for me. Through example, she reminds me to be resilient in the face of life’s challenges, and also not to see age as a barrier to doing what I love. Now in her 70’s, she still bike rides, volunteers,  and is improving and learning new skills all of the time.

Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a child? Yes! Actually, I had more than one, and my brothers and I still laugh about them. Our childhood sibling rivalry stories are far more entertaining thanks to my imaginary friends!  For the record, my brothers are awesome and we have a fantastic friendship!  Oh… And now my friends are real.  😉

Do you usually procrastinate or get on with it? Mostly, I get right to things these days, but there are a few types of activities that I would put off forever, if I let myself!

Have you ever seen a ghost?  Maybe; I have had a few mysterious experiences that are hard to explain.

Do you generally set goals or go with the flow? I set some general goals, and then I go with the flow to reach them. Sometimes, this means that the goal evolves into something else altogether, and I am open to that.

In your opinion, what is the best blog post you’ve written so far? Give us the link. I like this one, not because it was my best post, but because it was a new style of writing for me.  It was more spontaneous, and while it is still developing, it feels right for blogging.  It was also the first time that I took a snapshot with my cell phone camera and used it as my image.

… and the answers to the questions from the Domestic Philosopher.

Would you rather visit the past or the future? The past.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes, I do think that some things happen for a reason.  I also think that, sometimes,  we read into a situation that which we need to learn to help us understand our own path.

What is your favourite animal and why?  This one is tough for me because I love animals in general, and appreciate that they all play an important role in our environment.  If I absolutely had to pick one – whales.  They are inteligent, infinitely fascinating creatures.

Would you like to be famous? I am not really interested in fame.  I want to contribute, help, and do meaningful things with my life.  If fame were a biproduct of that, I would accept it and use it to help me contribute, help and do meaningful things with my life.

What has been the happiest moment in your life so far?  Becoming a mom.

If you could live anywhere where would it be?  The mountains, though I also love where I live now.

What is the best compliment you have ever received?  I am fortunate to have received many beautiful compliments throughout my life, and feel grateful for all of them.  Perhaps the most memorable one, though, came from a special needs student in one of my classes.  She held up a beautiful drawing she’d made of a woman wearing a long, light blue dress, and sincerely told me,  “This is you as an angel.”

What’s the worst chat-up line someone has used on you/you have used? Hmmm… I can’t think of any.  I guess I’ve always been pretty forgiving because I think it takes a lot of courage to go up to someone.

Would you be a child again?  I had a wonderful childhood, but I live in the present and love my life now.  I have learned a lot over the years and wouldn’t want to go back to not knowing what I know.

Do you think money makes you happy?  Money makes you happy, to a degree, because we need food and shelter. Once our basic needs have been reasonably met, research shows that more money won’t make us  happier.  Feel free to read my post on this topic, based on a documentary on happiness.

Do you think men and women will ever be truly equal? Unfortunately, not throughout the whole world.

Eleven Random Facts about Myself:

I have curly hair.

I love swimming in natural bodies of water (lakes, the ocean).

I am a minimalist at heart, and have been for most of my adult life, long before people were calling it that.

Sometimes, I will go for a walk, and it turns into a run. I can’t help it, running makes me feel free.

I love to read non-fiction.

I love snow, but dislike driving in it .

I speak Spanish fluently.

I used to do gymnastics.

We have a sailboat that we enjoy on the lake, in the summers.

I love having journals and books on my bedside table so that I can reach over, and read or write whenever I want.

I love sitting by windows.

Questions for The Nominees:

  • What is one of the most important things that you have learned from blogging so far?
  • What is your favourite season, and why?
  • What is your favourite dessert?
  • If you could live anywhere in the world for one month, where would it be?
  • What is one of your favourite quotes?
  • If you could pick any decade to live in, which one would it be?
  • What do you do to relax?
  • What colour(s) do you enjoy wearing?
  • What is your dream job?
  • What is a movie or book that you found to be very worthwhile and would highly recommend?
  • Are you a morning person, or a night owl?

Where Do You Like To Do Your Creative Work?

My son and I both have this week off, and it has been a wonderful holiday so far! We have relaxed, and taken some great walks in the beautiful weather. My son spent Saturday with grandma, so my husband and I even had time for a lovely date. And even though time is going fast and it’s already Wednesday, we have made plenty of time for creative work up to this point.

Question, by Graur Codrin, from Freedidigtalfotos.net.

My son has been practicing his drawing skills and working on a small comic strip.  So, busy with all this creative work, we started to think about how different people have different ways of working.

Where do you like to do your creative work? (Writing, drawing… whatever you prefer to do.) Is there a place where you feel your creative juices flow most naturally?

How Some Famous Authors Found Their Flow.

It is fascinating how creative types work best under different conditions, and using different rituals. Here are a few famous examples of how some authors have found their flow:

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Laying Down: Maya Angelou (I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings) would rent a hotel room for several months at a time. She would ask the staff to remove all visual stimuli from the walls. Then, she would spend about 5 or 6 hours each morning in the hotel room, writing on the bed while leaning on her elbow.

Truman Capote (In Cold Blood) has called himself a “horizontal author”, finding his muse while laying on a couch or a bed.

Standing up:  Apparently, Ernest Hemingway wrote The Old Man And The Sea standing up! He would wake up at dawn and pour out his thoughts, standing over his typewriter until noon. Then, he would head to the bar!

Out and about: J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) loves to wonder into a cafe with her notebook and write blissfully, seeing where it will take her.

Creative people tend to have their unique preferences!  Some people love to lay down, others sit at a table, or a desk.  Some people like their space cluttered, others like it clear and sparse.  Some like to work in a dark space, others like a bright work area.  Some like a quiet space, others like a lot of action and activity around them.

How About The Humble Hobby Artists Around This House?

A drawing of a small bedroom.

How do we like to work around here?  Well, my son loves to draw (and sometimes write) in the late evening, right before bedtime. He lies down comfortably on the rug on his bedroom floor, and turns on his work lamp. Aside from that light source, he likes the room dark as he gets his ideas down on paper.

Me? When writing, I like to sit comfortably on the couch or, my favourite place to write, on my bed.  I like the room bright with warm light.  Normally, I do my visual art in the studio, but sometimes I even like to sketch while in  bed. In fact, that is where I did the quick sketch featured above. (It is not based on any of the rooms in our house, but rather on the idea of small spaces, which kind of fascinate me). Anyhow, this is all very amusing to my spouse, an early bird who jumps out of bed as soon as he opens his eyes!

Where do you like to work? We’d love to hear about it.


Image Credits:

The first image is by saphatthachat, the second image is by Graur Codrin, and the third image is by Witthaya Phonsawat.  All of three images are courtesy of Freedigitalphotos.net