Bead Bags on commission – a new dance step!

The Artful Day-Jobber has something to sell!

I’m taking commissions for bead-woven pieces while I build my inventory. Leave me a comment and I’ll get in touch.

Click here to see what you can order.

If you followed this blog before I left on sabbatical to the Fresh Berries part of my life, you know that it’s been about balancing being creative with the other needs of life. I’ve finally accepted that if you’re ever going to start, you have to just start. My good friend Will taught me that you don’t have a business until you sell something. Dreams don’t amount to a hill of beans.

So, there you go. Next up: Build the inventory, get a spot on Etsy, and learn how to sell.

I’ve been Day-Jobbing like nobody’s business. Come visit me on Fresh Berries and see what’s been going on with the Artful Day-Jobber.

A short reprieve

As I write this, I realize that this is a reprieve not from blogging but from the guilt of not blogging.

My attention has shifted for a short while from commercial things to matters of the heart, as my mother needs a new kind of care in her life and we’re all banding together to help her get this.

As a result, I’m doing more needlework than writing at present, so you can find me at Fresh Berries, where I’m taking my online Cloth-to-Cloth Boro workshop with Jude Hill.

I’ll be back here soon, and hopefully in fuller force than before.

A white New Year

Does this mean it’s snowing in Licking? Well, it is a little, but I think this white has more to do with the color of my screen as I stare at the blank page, waiting for words to come.

I’m home today, my one total and complete day off during the week, and I’m writing. Thinking about writing, writing about writing, and writing.

Since I decided to change my novel’s target audience (from young adult to adult, probably women), my magical young adult story has become a magical coming-of-age story. My heroine is older now, looking back, and I need to understand her in a whole new way.

How do I get inside her world? What’s the trigger for her telling this story to begin with? The list goes on. And how do I answer all these questions with one day off a week?

Well, the answer to the last one is easy. I don’t. I think about the questions all the time and answer them when the answers come.

For example, last night I took my mother to Bingo, something we do on a regular basis. This is her night out and she likes me to be there, so I go. And there I was, in the middle of a game, suddenly struck with an idea.

I grabbed my little black notebook from my bag and, in between marking N36 and B14, scribbled, “They tell you not to flashback too much when writing a story, but from here, in my thirties, looking at my thirteen-year-old self, everything is a flashback.”

And from there, all I could think about was the nature of memories. Needless to say, I didn’t win.

That’s all right. I treasure every word that ekes out, even the ones like my jotted note (which will surely change beyond recognition by the time the book is out). It’s been 10 months since I seriously wrote one word on it. Every word is a win.

The point is always the same for us, isn’t it? How to create while doing everything else in life that needs doing. Because those things don’t stop, no matter how many days you have off to just stay home and write.

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Case in point: I’m still thinking about white papers, and I thought you might be interested in a few good links.

Michael Stelzner seems to be a leader in the field. Here’s a link to his blog.

White Paper Source offers some interesting resources.

Purdue University has a ton of information about commercial writing in general.

Once again, here’s Peter Bowerman, an endless source of great stuff.

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“Writing” is a packed word. At this point in my life, it means fiction and freelance. And journaling and blogging. And working at the newspaper. I’m another year older now–59 on Christmas–and I treasure each opportunity to put words together.

I WILL discover the missing link that makes every act of writing a career. Or a bunch of little day jobs.

New whites

I’ve had a breakthrough. Finally.

For two years, I’ve been dancing with the idea of copywriting — taking courses, setting up websites, ordering books (and reading them) — but never succeeding in finding my way. I think I’ve finally got it.

Last week, I paid off my leased washer and dryer (a major victory, by the way). While I was in the shop, I chatted with the owner about doing some pro bono commercial writing for her in return for a sample for my website and a testimonial. She was happy to do this, and my suggestion reminded her that she needed to get an ad brochure done that very week. Maybe we could work together on that.

But what she wanted was a graphically designed leaflet that would showcase her sale items.

“If you’re interested in giving it a shot, go ahead,” she said.

We agreed that she would get her information together over the weekend, while I would think about whether or not this was something I wanted to do.

I could see that this is what most businesses in this small town would want: someone to take their ad information and work up a graphic leaflet or insert, with pictures and prices. Not exactly what I had in mind.

Talking with this one shop owner had brought me to a crossroads. Did I really want to get the software, learn the process, and focus on advertising art so I could work locally and offer the businesses in town what they needed?

Nope.

I’m a writer. I want to do more writing, not move farther away from it.

And then, as it so often happens, once I made the decision the next step appeared.

I’d never paid much attention to white papers — loved the name but glossed over them time and time again. Suddenly, they were all I could think of, so I thought I better find out what they were.

White papers are informative reports used by businesses to make decisions, support expenditures, or persuade customers. They’re often used between businesses, and then they fall in the category of B2B (business-to-business) copywriting.

What I like about this form is that, although there’s persuasion, it’s not overt direct sales. There’s research and discovery and interviews…and lots of money.

I’m going for it. I still have to put myself out, which is sales. And because I’m new, it may be a climb up. But it’s a form of commercial writing I can get excited about. Yay!

I’ve made a decision and found a direction because I finally put myself out there.

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If you’d like to see what I’m doing in the realm of “old whites” (and you like fabric), come visit Fresh Berries.

The right pieces

Simple, decluttered, unified life.

Right. What a dream. I’m not a simple person and my life has never been assembled from big, simple pieces.

So what else could I do to simplify things than sign up for a workshop?

I’m participating in Jude Hill‘s Cloth to Cloth workshop online. Right in the middle of Christmas gift-making, right at the start of my new copywriting business…but hey, when it comes, grab it.

Sometimes all you need in the midst of chaos is to do something deep for yourself. Textile art, unique cloth, sitting quietly with needle and thread…the moment it touched my life, like the moment I first put my hand on a loom, I knew this was my river. It’s the one place I don’t strive. I breathe.

You can watch my Fresh Berries blog for my progress.

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Meanwhile, I’ve identified a local company to approach about copywriting. I’m joining the Chamber of Commerce to see what that world might hold for me. I’m working on my website and putting together a portfolio.

Assembling this business is like assembling a quilt with artistry and no pattern. Piece by piece. Does this snippet go here? What color does this need? Do these two forms speak to one another? Stop. Breathe. Feel. Does it work?

Same with a business. If I followed every bit of advice for being a copywriter, I’d wear myself out in a day. I’m a born writer, not a born copywriter. I need to build myself as a copywriter in a way that makes sense to who I am.

At the same time, be too touchy-feely and your business will crumble. I’ve been there before. The question remains: What works? Which pieces are the right ones?

Artful day-jobbing, from moment to moment.

Bono who?

Bono pro. Oh, sorry, that’s pro bono. My immediate future.

Slogging through ideas for my (under construction) copywriting website, I realized how many holes there are in my portfolio. I’ve got web content (though limited in subject matter), news features, and some fiction excerpts. Hmm.

What I need are brochures, ads, white papers…The kinds of things clients will want.

Oddly enough, I’ve done all those things. Translating the Swiss version of these forms into US, UK or international English versions is a special skill. I honed this skill over 12 years of work, but because it was all confidential and the property of the client, I don’t own it anymore and couldn’t use it even if I did.

Now what?

Well, it looks like I’ve got a bit of pro bono work to do.  What this means is that I’ll need to pick a couple of local businesses and trade a free job or two for experience, samples, and testimonials.

Whipping it up out of thin air. Creating the job takes some artistry — and not a little magic.

Next Step: Find a business and give them what they need.

The reality of quiet dreams

I have a confession to make. I love Project Runway (and I was rooting for Mondo and Andy, in that order — oh well). I love Top Chef, including Just Desserts and Masters. I even love America’s Next Top Model. My goodness.

Whew. I’m glad I got that off my chest.

I discovered Top Chef one day when I was flipping through DirecTV for the first time after decades in Europe. If you’ve ever watched European TV, you’ll appreciate my excitement over American satellite programming.

Not long after that, I stumbled across Project Runway. Within minutes, I was sucked into marathons of reality TV. And you know what? My creative juices roared.

I’m inspired by the challenges and by what the contestants have to pull out of the bag to overcome the hardships. I love the beauty that’s produced and the inevitable flops. I resonate with the lessons they learn, and most of all, I adore the mysterious effect the whole process has on me, sitting in my living room, far from the rolling cameras.

Still, I’m a little snooty about what I think of as junk TV, so why is it ANTM makes me want to produce a line of needlework and write a book? I think I know.

A dream is a dream, whether it’s to be a top model or open the world’s greatest dessert shop. Personally, I would not do well in heightened competition, and my hat goes off to those who do. My dreams are quieter, and (thank God) I can do most of them from home. Nevertheless, attaining any dream at all takes tenacity, persistence, and sweat. There are ups and downs, moments of despair and peaks of ecstasy. Even if all you’re doing is learning to felt.

But first and foremost it takes knowing what you want. These people do, and they’re not afraid to go for it. It’s a great thing to see.

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However, I don’t just watch TV and today I’m happy to announce that in November I’ll be challenging myself with a workshop by Jude Hill, textile artist extraordinaire.

I can’t wait to see how letting my fabric work blossom will affect my life as a freelance commercial writer. Remember that? The day job? The gift that makes it possible to pursue the dream?

Ah yes, that annoying day job. It takes the fortitude of a reality-show contestant to follow the dream while holding down one day job and creating another. Project Runway helps. Every time I watch, I take the cue to re-examine my objectives, check my attitude, and sharpen my aesthetic.

Just like every time I watch Hoarders, I start picking up dust bunnies.

Hey, whatever works.

Getting better all the time.

I’m not just being silly. Every time I run across this picture in my file, it reminds me that I already have everything I need here at Moose Lodge. All I have to do is hone and develop it.

Slow down. Give thanks for (and work with) what I already have, or I could seriously crash and burn.

That’s the message to me. And it has something to do with coming full circle to home.

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That said, I did buy this book: The Well-Fed Writer by Peter Bowerman. I’m giving him a plug before I even read the book because it looks that helpful. If it’s not, you’ll hear about it!

Back in Mexico, before I started this blog, I began a course in commercial copywriting with AIWA.

After four months of intensive study, I threw my hands up in despair. All I could see was that only sharks make it in that tough world. I’m afraid I’m rather a moose.

When I ordered this book last week, I thought it might be more for the overall freelance writer, including tips on magazine writing and so on. It’s not and it doesn’t. But even though it’s aimed at copywriting, which is a wordy form of advertising, I still think it can offer some me some needed insight for making it commercially.

Although I’m already extremely well fed — no worries there — it was the title that drew me. I like the idea of some padding in my wallet. I’ll let you know if the book makes me fat.

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While I’m getting my portfolio together with Internet articles and newspaper clippings, a battle is waging with my addiction to handwork. I’m SO happy Christmas is around the corner. It gives me an excuse to fiddle guiltlessly with yarn.

And, by the way, dear readers, try to stop by Ravelry. Take a break and browse the projects. No lack of imagination there!

Making Christmas gifts is a boatload of fun, no doubt about it. But there’s more. Each piece I make teaches me new techniques and points to the next turning on my way to prosperity in handwork. One day, well after Christmas, my perseverance will explode in a riot of color and “For Sale” signs.

As I work on these gifts, I’m reminded that every stitch brings me closer to artistry, and therefore closer to the marketplace. Technique and workmanship is often the difference between forgettable objects and works with real impact (and a price tag).

And because I’m one whole integrated person with one whole integrated brain, in some odd way, forming well-made crochet stitches sharpens my ability to pick words. Funny, that.

Last week, I wrote an entry for Fresh Berries about my thoughts on the difference between art and craft. It’s called “Why? Because I like it.” A drop in the bucket to understanding this baffling dynamic, and by the end of my next project, it will be hopelessly old news. Still, it’s food for thought.

What I can say for certain is this: If we keep doing what we love to do, we’ll just get better all the time.

Sabbatical (and summer) over!

Nothing says goodbye to summer like a bathing suit and muff.

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Well, with my last post a full seven months ago, it’s about time for me to get back to it.

If you’ve been reading Fresh Berries, you’ll know that I left Mexico last April, landed safely in the Ozarks, and have spent the summer settling in here at Moose Lodge, named by me for the infamous moose frieze encircling the living room. One of the many perks of my new house.

The thousand boxes are almost gone and the loom is actually up and dressed for Christmas presents, which are well underway (and can’t be photographed, for obvious reasons). Step by step, walking through the woods.

But how funny — as summer ends and fall closes in, I’m ready to bloom.

Last May, after a mere month of pounding the pavement in this small town of 3,000 people (half of whom are incarcerated in the neighborhood prison), God blessed me with a job at the local paper, where I now work part time as staff writer, copyeditor, and general typist. I’ve been learning to apply AP standards, how to interview, how to drop everything and run out to fulfill an assignment, and how to find a story just about anywhere.

Last week, a journalist friend reminded me that all the hard work I’ve been doing is actually providing me with a portfolio. Tear sheets, clippings, RESUME!

So here’s the deal. Today is the first day of my writing revolution. Never mind the looming holidays, last week’s cold that loves me too much to leave, and the dining room worktable stacked to the heavens with boxless, homeless objects. I’m going to crack this freelance thing once and for all. And you can watch.

STEP ONE: Organize my written life into a portfolio attractive to clients.

STEP TWO: Write an article and market the heck out of it.

A tall order for this patchwork queen (as in: all of life is a patchwork). But I tell you what, nothing is impossible.

You may have noticed that I removed my craft pages from this site. The next pages up will start to showcase my writing for the market, so that I can send potential clients here to see what I do. And if this turns out not to be the right place, well, it’s all part of the learning.

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A couple of quick notes before I go ransack my files for usable bits. I’ll be 59 years old this Christmas Day. Do I believe you’re ever too old to fulfill your dreams? No way.

And while I’ve discovered there’s no way to separate writing from life, art and heart, I do have a more personal blog, where you’re likely to see crafts and Lucy and just about anything. Come visit Fresh Berries.

Fresh berries

It’s time for a sabbatical.

Come join me at Fresh Berries!