#artistsway

[greggcasazza]

11/18/22 Morning pages for the artist's way.

[feralenergy22]

You’re not too old.⁣ ⁣ You are not too broke. ⁣ ⁣ You are not too busy. ⁣ ⁣ You are not whatever it is you keep telling yourself in order to avoid engaging in the creative work that you are destined to do. ⁣ ⁣ You can do it. ⁣ ⁣ You must do it.⁣ ⁣ Happy beginning of the week. ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #spiralup #artistsway #brandfearless #writer #memoir #memoirwriting #pyp #autoimmunewarrior #ostomy #au #socialgood #wukitty #contentcreator #artheals #storytelling #telltheworld #yougotthis #release #dancingskeleton #artistsoninstagram #writersofinstagram #barbiebutt #ileostomy #truthspeaker #truthseeker #publishyourpurpose #iam #yourwhy #healed (at New Britain, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMKf5vjhI2L/?igshid=9whpmm68br9g

[camiliah]

@harmonypeacock

[annasatori]

What If I Gave Myself Permission to Write?

I want to learn to let go of control and to allow Creativity to work through me. I trust that The Artist's Way will get me where I want to be. Distractions are going to need to be cut out. Routine is going to need to be erected. Brick by brick, as a solid structure. I cannot leap from flat land. I need a structure to leap from. I know I can build solid discipline. I am ready to go now to the places that scare me because I know that I am anti-fragile. Any thing or place that scares me is simply unknown. It can only become known if I shine a light on it with bravery and courage. These values matter to me and I'd like to do whatever possible to embody them. I have never felt more at home than on the page. I have never felt more accepted than with the page. I've never felt safer yet free than with the page. That is such an interesting realization and a somewhat counterintuitive thing. Freedom can only come after a sense of safety. Safety seems like such a limiting thing but it is so expansive. I would like to learn to give people the expansive acceptance that a blank page offers. I am thrilled to see what ends up here every single day. What if I just gave myself carte blanche to write and write and write some more, just for the love of this act? What if I trusted that improvement would come gently and organically simply by showing up — and not with some rigid critic censoring me every step of the way? It is my god-given right to pour myself onto pages. I can pour absolutely anything I want, so why do anything but show up every single day? I am not just someone who wants this, but I am someone who needs this. The spaciousness of the page is my AIR. I'm suffocating every day that I go without it. I am sick and tired of being unheard but you hear me here. I am sick and tired of not feeling safe to express my full self, but you let me do that here. I am sick and tired of being invisible, but you see me here. Why would I deprive myself of the only thing that feels right? This is my urge. Writing is my urge. I can't go on withering any longer. This must be prioritized at all costs. My well-being and my very life depend on it. Every day I will wake up and write, even when it hurts to do so. Codependency is done. My needs matter and writing is my need. I am overjoyed to be declaring this after being astray and adrift for so long. I will continue to put in my time here, and I am excited to see what comes of it. If I have any other obligations in the coming months, I'll continue to make time for this no matter what, because it matters.

[erikpetrieartwork]

Arisaig Silver Sands Acrylic on canvas Erik Petrie https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=18y5FvqMD2M

[lifetopaper]

“The bedrock tool of a creative recovery is a daily practice called Morning Pages.” Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*– they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page...and then do three more pages tomorrow. #artistsway #morningpages #streamofconsciousness #writersofinstagram #writers #journaling #pages #writersblock #tabitharosewriter #lifetopaper #inspire #justwrite #inspiration #daily #nodaysoff

[thomaxgreen-blog]

Stand here Stand there Stand anywhere but still. Make a mark Take a stand And by all means be grand #art #artist #writer #creator #poet #musician #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetryofig #artistsoninstagram #artists #artistsway #theway #comics #comicbooks #creativityfound #creative #picsart #selfie #selfies #self #me #tucson #arizona #theword #thomax #thomaxgreen

[ren-new-art]

Ren takes a PDX day to think and relax.

Hi Tumblr world. Sometimes I take a day and go wander the city to be by myself, and enjoy the luxury of not talking to other people for a while. I love my family, but this morning my son followed me to finish telling me about him disassembling a used robot we got from a computer repair store until I literally had to close the bathroom door in his face just to pee.

I just needed a little break.

Plus, I'm back to doing the artists way for the second time. I only got to week 9 my first time through last year so I'm making an attempt. So this counts as my artists date.

I start in coffee time, a dimly lit cozy place so I could journal. A lot of my thoughts were on my story, and other spicy writing ideas. I told Bear I might write him another smut story, this time a female pov about a captured fae in a fairy ring who lures her in. He had his own romance idea and I suggested maybe we could both write it together, either chapter by chapter, or we each pick a pov. I started on that and I actually like it so maybe I'll post that at some point.

I also had this unexpected conversation with him today:

I love that he tells me these things. I've never bought a dildo before, only vibrators. In fact when I was more prudish and younger I found the idea of a dildo sort of absurd. But now I'm thinking I might run by she bop (a woman focused sex shop in Portland) and pick one out. Yay.

I dipped into pioneer square quickly to pee before I cross the street into muji. The city is quiet and sunny and FREEZING. There's an odd vibe of solumn January exhaustion about the place and it's infectious. I had thought about finding a sun dress today at a thrift store because now that I'm fit I'm excited to wear one. But standing on the bone chilling air, the whole idea seems ridiculous so I scrap it. I head over to Powell's and buy the sequel to kiss of the basilisk. This decision came after my book club asked about it and I admitted it was great fun to read, even if it was a largely flawed book. That admission to myself let me finally shed any remaining embarrassment about liking the series and I relented.

Of course, like all of my smut reads, I'm interjecting this into a long tbr list. 5 mark lawrence books, the new book club addition, Earth Sea, and two romance books that bear picked out for me. What's a girl to do.

I pivoted from my thrifting idea to check out a secret cafe that requires a password. I had to open a door in a wardrobe with a sword and entered a hidden chill spot that was thankfully well heated. That's where I'm writing now.

I'm definitely buying a dildo today. It'll be my first one, well sort of. Bear got me one years ago but it vibrates and I never know what to do with it. It's one of those g spot ones and it always seems to spin the wrong way in me when I use it. I have a ton of vibrators. So this will be a new experience, and anything that bear is interested in, makes me excited.

Mostly I'm out to clear my head. I'm about to finish Suzuki book one, and I need to buy the second one online. It's a huge step for me with the violin. I feel like after a year and a half I'm finally getting a handle on the basics. I'm ready for the next step.

This book I'm writing is actually happening, and I'm playing, which feels huge. I'm taking it a little less seriously, and putting some of my more oddball ideas in there. Character motivations are sillier and inspired more by Pratchett than anyone else these days, but the romance is still at the heart of this. And my proudest brag? Leo isn't a shadow daddy at all. He's an awkward, stumbling, normal sweet guy. It felt so hard to do that and have him be in a dom/sub dynamic with aurora but I think it's working. She gets to be the aloof and mysterious one, and he's the one playing catch-up and figuring her out. I always wanted it that way and I'm proud of what I have so far.

Winter is relentless. I'm aching for spring, even though I know spring is a hectic time for me. I add gardening and homemaking me to hobbies along with sports events and my kids bdays and *gags* the end of the school year which this year means a child who will become an adult in may. I don't know why I'm in such a hurry. Even typing that out made me more thankful for winter right now.

Anyway, this was a ramble. I may post another short smut story soon, this one fantasy based. And if bear and I do cowrite an ongoing story, I'd love to post that too.