By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Another hectic Monday and I don’t when I’m going to find the time to write (beyond my daily morning pages, of course!). Catching up after a week out of the office means meetings and emails…so many, many emails. Life goes on, and the pace only quickens […]Read more "Tackling Tricky Little Ideas"
My past is full of wisdom gleaned from words written decades – if not centuries – before I was born. It does not diminish their influence.Read more "Bees, Buzzing and the Art of the Mentor"
By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Last week I talk about one of Julia Cameron‘s tools, the Narrative Timeline. The idea is to write about your life in five year intervals. Not only can it give you a sense of the greater patterns in your life – where you’ve been and […]Read more "Fruits of the Narrative Time Line"
Dusty Differences By Elizabeth Cutright The dusty grime of city streets Secret alleyways Twisting lanes and Cobblestones wet with rain. A nostalgia for what never-was The never-meant-to-be. The “yeah whatever.” What do I know… It’s another life Possible and not, Sometimes hard to tell the difference between the differences. (May 24, 2012) All Content […]Read more "Different Differences"
Dreams Deferred By Design A short entry today in light of a Monday that’s been short on accomplishments but long on annoyances. You know those days…you spin your wheels, you grit your teeth and the clock moves at a glacial pace except for when it zips by too fast for you to catch up. You’re […]Read more "Amplifying visions, shaking the tree of dreams…"
The Garden By Elizabeth Cutright I’ve built myself a garden, and on the surface it’s quite beautiful (as you can plainly see) I think the ivy covers the wall quite nicely – don’t you? If you look closer you’ll see the flowers are made of paper (and you thought I had no skill) Nevertheless I […]Read more "Constructed Realities"
To Me, You Will Always Be (for CH, who lost Doc on 01/01/1999) By Elizabeth Cutright To me, you will always be… running after rocks, and chasing your own tail; that goofy smile across your face, pawing me in a muddy embrace. To me, you will always be… the one that was up for anything […]Read more "In Remembrance"
The Faintest Ink By Elizabeth Cutright I’m sure you’ve had the experience of happening upon an old piece of writing – maybe a short story from grammar school or a love poem from the 16-year-old-you, maybe even that earnest college paper about the fall of the Roman Empire – and buckling under that powerful cringe […]Read more "Fail, Fumble and Fall – but make sure to get it all on paper."
Rumor Comes to Town By Elizabeth Cutright Whispers dart ’round corners, Tap you on the shoulder, And slip into your ear unseen. Rumor’s come to town today. Tall tales and asinine asides. All scandal & circumstance Laid out before us Like a last supper feast. Protagonist or villan, The teller never really cares. It’s the […]Read more "Personification: Make a “thing” a character."
Orchestra for Spring By Elizabeth Cutright The loon’s song wafts And the plane engines rumble. Hammers yell in the distance, While jazz sneaks out an open window. Bamboo rustles with the breeze. A dog’s bark fades in and out. Crows and seagulls argue, And the church bells begin to chime. The cat’s muffled footfalls Stir […]Read more "Playing with Sound"