So I was sitting at home preparing to work on a short and I had to laugh at myself and all the things I do in order to create the “right” atmosphere to write in. I wondered out loud how I would look to someone on the outside watching me prepare and again I had to chuckle.
For example I must look absolutely crazy dancing around the living room in my underwear with music blasting and forgetting to apply anything that resembles rhythm, but hey it’s how I loosen up. Then there is the guilt cleaning I do. I have to have everything completely spotless before I can write otherwise guilt sets in that I should not be writing when there is so much other stuff to be done. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty for doing what I love, I’m working on it…
Okay so now I’ve danced it out and my home will pass anyone’s white glove test, now what? Now I find my muse. Who or what inspires me? And I focus on that for a moment letting the image resonate in my spirit and the emotion it revokes resonate in my soul.
FINALLY I’m ready! I pour some tea, play soft music which is usually Corrine Bailey Rae or Sara Bareilles because they both calm me and I write a bunch of gibberish! No, seriously I do. I just write. I don’t worry about grammar or format. I just write what feels good. I write what frees me and you know what… It. Is. Awesome!
So there you have it. That is my creative process! What is your creative process for doing whatever it is you love to do? I know I’m not the only one that has a crazy process J
Hi! Cherhonda here! And I must start this off by saying - I don’t blog.
However in my Facebook “a year ago today” feed was a post I wrote about how nice it was to meet Ms. Traci, who I’m sure is calling me corny right now. She’s right… But it would seem THAT particular meeting completely altered the trajectory of my life. Coincidence? I think not. This past year has been a time of breaking chains, taking risks and rediscovering the simple joy of telling a story, without apology. If it is true that in order for one to truly live they must first die then this past year has been the sweetest of deaths because I have never felt more alive. So I must give thanks to the moons, stars and every other cosmic force out there that conspired to bring me out of my comfort zone and into this very moment. A moment where we are on the cusp of seeing the things we have only dreamed of become a reality and a moment of doors opening that can only be contributed to God’s favor and grace towards us. AND I am actually blogging!
So farewell for now. I can’t wait to see what the rest of the journey looks like. One thing is for certain - It’s going to be one hell of a ride!!!
- Gunnshy ;)