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33 Ways to Stay Creative

Sometimes, it’s hard to figure out how to stay creative. Us creative folks easily say, “I make things, yay!” But maintaining that vibe all the time seems like a job unto itself. This list has been helpful to me over the years, and I hope it’s of some use to you too.

  1. Make lists
  2. Carry a notebook everywhere
  3. Try freewriting
  4. Get away from the computer
  5. Be otherworldly
  6. Quit beating yourself up
  7. Take breaks
  8. Sing in the shower
  9. Drink coffee/tea
  10. Know your roots
  11. Listen to new music
  12. Be open
  13. Surround yourself with creative people
  14. Get feedback
  15. Collaborate
  16. Don’t give up
  17. Practice, practice, practice
  18. Allow yourself to make mistakes
  19. Go somewhere new
  20. Watch foreign films
  21. Count your blessings
  22. Get lots of rest
  23. Take risks
  24. Break the rules
  25. Do more of what makes you happy
  26. Don’t force it
  27. Read a page of the dictionary
  28. Create a framework
  29. Stop trying to be someone else’s perfect
  30. Got an idea? Write it down
  31. Clean your workspace
  32. Have fun
  33. Finish something

Save the image below to your computer and print it out. Post it up on your vision board. Put it in your notebook. Do what you can to incorporate it into your daily writing life. And I do mean daily.

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How do you stay creative?

write on, Guilliean
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Creative Prompts

The arts are not a way to make a living

They say you should never meet your heroes, they’ll only let you down. But what if you write them a letter asking for advice and they throw this blisteringly awesome observation in your face? You don’t have an excuse NOT to get into the arts anymore.

It’s like damn, dropped the mic on y’all.

Here is a lesson in creative writing.

First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.

And I realize some of you may be having trouble deciding whether I am kidding or not. So from now on I will tell you when I’m kidding.

For instance, join the National Guard or the Marines and teach democracy. I’m kidding.

We are about to be attacked by Al Qaeda. Wave flags if you have them. That always seems to scare them away. I’m kidding.

If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

Kurt Vonnegut

I’ll never be Vonnegut. I am me. I don’t write for the mainstream. I write for the dreamers, those who are off-kilter, for the kids who probably thought their whole life was doomed to be in the Upside Down. I probably won’t ever show up on the New York Times’ Bestseller List, and I’m okay with that. If my only goal was to be there, I could have written some piece of tripe a long time ago and been done with it. But I can’t and I won’t. I write for me.

Do you agree or disagree with Vonnegut? Let me know in the comments!

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Publishing World

On Submitting to Literary Publications

I’ve got a whole process for putting submission dates into my Google Calendar because I have the memory of a sieve. If it’s not on my phone with an alarm, I will forget. Which sucks, but that’s smartphone addiction for you. I have the notification set for 1 week before, to give me time to revise whatever piece I planned to submit.

What I normally do is what I call “pre-research” publications: suss out their submissions page, see if they have a contest and get as much info as I can. If I think I have something in my wheelhouse that will vibe with them, I put it in my Calendar. If not, I move onto to the next. I have a template that I’ve modified as I’ve done this pre-research. If you’re a writer looking to submit, I suggest using it yourself, or modifying it to fit your needs:

Genre:
Fees:
Max Length:
Submissions URL:
Title(s):
Submission Date:
Accepted/Rejected:
Publish Date:

In time, I hope to start posting writing contests that I think people might be interested in. If you have any to share, please let me know in the comments!

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Craft Talk

Originality does not exist 

No, for real. It doesn’t. So get your head out of the clouds and realize the pressure is off.

But Guilliean, what are you saying?

Listen here, young blood. I’m here to make you realize and accept that you’re not original. What you think you have to say has already been said before in different tongues for many generations. 

So what does that mean for me, you ask. 

What you have to say and how you say it is what makes it original. 

Boom. I blew your mind. It’s okay.

Breathe.

You may be going for originality but your literary predecessors will constantly remind you that you’re not.

Know what I say to that? Fuck it. Frolic, have fun with what you’re doing. Don’t get bogged down in your head.

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Creative Prompts

Suddenly You Remember

After death, I will grow and scatter myself and someone will say my name with love for the last time. Will they be male or female or someone in between? Will their declarations of love be for the People, or in front of the clouded bathroom mirror? Will the love they proclaim be eternal, will the next generation know my name as well as their own, will my name die on my lover’s tongue when they take their last breath? 

This is my legacy. A death that may persist my Being to the next plane but I suppose I’ll never know if it will be remembered. I don’t have time for flowers and shit, but this is why I write. My legacy is the prose I will leave behind. Should I marry and bear children they will come of me but they will not be me. These words that I leave behind will be my inheritance. I apologize to my future children for admitting this but Nanay knows best. 

Our culture will be downloaded and encoded in my words and they will be my Truth. I am that I that I announce. There is beauty in this dark and ugly world and I refuse to let it remain in the shadows. 

I know I was banging on about flowers earlier but I suppose this whole exercise is flowers. I like sunflowers. I like anything with the word sun in their name. There’s something so humbling to know that at the inevitable end of the universe, the heat death that awaits us is contained and controlled by that large ball of gas in the sky. We call it the sun. How beautiful that something so far away could control us like an addiction. Like the firm grip of a mother’s hand to her child. 

We are all children making steps to our heat deaths. Age moves like a waltz: dancing to a familiar beat. Let the beat drop. Open thyself to the warmth of the sun. 

I miss the sun. 

Your turn! Start a new piece with the words “after death” and see what happens. If you want to share your stuff in the comments below, I’d love to see it!

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