Structure or No Structure?

Republic of Texas rose

It's been said that having a boring day (or night) job is dandy for a writer. A boring job gives the writer time to think about their characters and plot. By the time she sits down to write, she is ready to pour out words like water out of a pitcher.

I've been a self-employed, work from home gal most of my adult life. A year long stint in as a bank teller while The Pilot Guy finished college, a disasterous attempt at being someone else's studio manager twenty years ago, and a few months working part time for a photography prop shop are the only 'real' jobs on my resume.

However, I've started from stratch two different photography studios in two different cities, ran them for years at a stretch, and had many satisfied clients. I consider myself a good employee, but really, I wonder, am I? I hate giving control of my life and schedule to someone else. On the other hand, I love not having the stresses of is-this-the-right-decision-for-the-company moments, too. I love working for myself. I love the joy of a completed sale and delighted customer. I enjoy the risks and challenges of being self-employed. I also enjoy getting a regular, if modest, paycheck without having to worry about if the business will exist next year.

For the last few years my focus has been on finishing the homeschool path with my remaining teenaged son. A year from now that path will end as he graduates. In fact, next fall as a senior, he will take a couple of courses at the local community college and fewer at home. I'm considering the age old question of what's next?

In fact right now I'm considering what my focus needs to be this summer. Do I get a quick and easy part time job (there by giving up major portions of control over my life) in order to knock out some lingering debt or do I focus hard and long on building a freelance writing career (with all its stresses and uncertainities.)?

Is it better for a creative person to just have a j. o. b. for a time to pay bills or should the creative only seek the path of creativity? Is there an in-between path that I'm missing?

Art in the Square

I spent a damp, breezy, gray Sunday afternoon wandering the booths at 'Art in the Square', a juried show/sale bringing in artists from all over the country. It was a great afternoon of feasting on visual eye candy, chatting with artists, and absorbing the terrific vibe.

So many artists, so many mediums, so many expressions. The traditional oils, pastels, and acrylics, of course, in hues and subject matter both bold and subdued. But also photography, glass, wood, leather, jewelry, iron, pottery, etc. Incredible, incredible vision and imagination on display. I saw art that made me laugh, art that intrigued, art that inspired, and art that lifted my spirit.

My favorites? A Tuscan landscape photo in lovely sunset and summer colors that would look dandy over my couch. The artist is a baseball fan, too. What could be better? A charming, bold, and colorful print of a European street that very nearly made me reach for my American Express card. A set of hand made dangly earrings that would be fun to wear. Pottery....exquisite pottery....an organic inspired squarish canister and a pitcher (my weakness) in shades of tan, green, and gold. The canister had a modern day Egyptianesque look complete with ladybugs and fireflies. Then there were the intricate 'wind' sculptures and giant iron flower sculptures....

Next year, I'll have to go with money in hand. Better yet, I'll use this year to create more of my own satisfying art pieces.

Over the coming weeks, I'll be featuring a few of the artists I met today in Creative Soul. Stay tuned for their stories.

Wordless Wednesday ~ Crescendo

Spring Blossom Peak

View from my writing window. The glass and screen soften the colors in the photo.

Sombreuil Rose

Carefree Beauty. West exposure, surrounded by concrete. She is a hard working gal.

Arch in Amy's Garden

Ducher Rose

Iris

Move it Monday

Mondays.

I've always loved Mondays. (Okay, you KNEW I was different, right?) When you own a business doing something you love, Mondays are fun. All weekend I would think about new ideas for my business. On Monday, I got to put them into practice. I learned early on to never schedule client appointments for Mondays. (They forgot them most of the time anyway.) Mondays were for ideas and growth. New beginnings and fresh starts.

Thinking. Planning. Doing.

Mondays these days are busier than I'd like. I meet in the early hours with a creative think group where someone else's work is the focus. Very energising. Because I'm already in town, I usually run a few errands. Then I head home to put the finishing touches on the women's Bible study I lead on Monday nights. In between, N and I have conferences about his school work and my expectations for the week.

One of the things I'd love for N to learn is how to make a goals list for the week. The busier a person is the more they need to think and list what they want to accomplish each week. Someone who wants to reach for a dream needs a list to aid with focus and clarity.

A list like this would not only have the must do things on it...meet with a client, pay bills, deal with laundry. Those things are urgent and loud. The list would also include the things I want to do...creative projects or heart dreams...write three chapters on the novel, make time to fiddle with the pond plants, doodle an new idea for a quilt, spend time with a French vocabulary book. Too often what we crave to accomplish gets lost in the rush and shuffle of life.

I'm making a list and marking off things as I work on them this week. Hopefully, by the time I post a Ta-Da Friday, I'll have made progress toward the goals most important to me.

What's on your list?

Ta-Da Friday

An abbreviated Ta-Da Friday....

Despite a packed schedule, I made it to my writer's group this week to feast on their words, images, and ideas. Their joy in the struggle to write wonderful, publishable works inspires me like very few other things.

More later....we are at the regional homeschool baseball tournament....two more wins and our team can go to Florida for the national World Series tournament...

Dandelion Days

Can we all just agree that the humble dandelion is a wildflower, not a weed?

Driving on 'the ring' in Brussels one spring morning I could see the glow of yellow in a median ahead. As I came along side it, I was delighted to find it filled with the biggest, most golden dandelions I'd ever seen.

Wildflowers, like a piece of the sun had fallen to earth.

And yes, a week later the median bed was filled with light, fluffy, white seeds. More wildflowers to come.

Gardening would be easier on everyone if we took delight in dandelions instead of despair.

"Grandpa, are they ready? Now?
Grandfather pinched his chin. "Five hundred, a thousand, two thousand easy. Yes, yes, a good supply. Pick 'em easy, pick 'em all. A dime for every sack delivered to the press!"
"Hey!'
The boys bent, smiling. They picked the golden flowers. The flowers that flooded the world, dripped off lawn onto brick streets, tapped softly at crystal cellar windows and agitated themselves so that on all sides lay the dazzle and glitter of molten sun.
"Every year," said Grandfather. "They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare, and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion."
So, plucked carefully, in sacks, the dandelions were carried below. The cellar dark glowed with their arrival. The wine press stood open, cold. A rush of flowers warmed it. The press, replaced, its screw rotated, twirled by Grandfather, squeezed gently on the crop.
"There...so..." The golden tide, the essence of this fine fair month ran, then gushed from the spout below, tho be crocked, skimmed of ferment, and bottled in clean ketchup shakers, then ranked in sparkling rows in the cellar gloom.
Dandelion wine.
The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered.

From 'Dandelion Wine' by Ray Bradbury.

If your creative work this month could be distilled into a fine food or beverage, what would it taste like? What elements would roll around the tongue? What flavors linger?

Would you find your main ingredient to be something others throw away?

Yesterday

We interrupt Creative Soul for a few thoughts on federal income taxes.

Since we are self-employed, we write a check to the IRS every year. Not fun. It is my opinion that if everyone had to write a quarterly or yearly check instead of having taxes automatically withdrawn we would have tax reform in a matter of months. It hurts to write that check.

That said, I was daydreaming about what we could do with amount we sent in yesterday.

1. Buy a new car. A nice one.

2. Even better, we could buy two gently used cars.

3. Pay for a trip to Italy. For a month. For all four of us.

4. Ditto for France. Even with the euro trashing the dollar.

5. Build a barn/workshop/greenhouse out back.

6. Buy 1683 books at Barnes and Noble.

7. Buy 20,405 Dr Pepper's during Sonic Happy Hour.

Want to get the economy moving? Give me our money back. GRIN

Just writing out the check reminds me we are blessed. The Pilot Guy has a great flying opportunity. I get to homeschool, write, garden, and create. We have a lovely home and enough cash to have some fun after the bills are paid. We can help others less fortunate and support causes we believe in. Just as dirty dishes in the sink tell you that you've not gone hungry, April 15th tells me we have plenty.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.