Thursday, September 19, 2019

The Desire to Create

Andy Warhol said to do art and put it out into the world and let them decide if it’s art or not, and while they are deciding, make more art.
And so, what did he do? He painted Campbell Soup cans. Every day for 20 years he ate the same lunch—Campbell soup. He liked Campbell soup, and then he tweaked with our brains by painting soup cans.  First, he painted one can, Cream of Chicken soup, then all 32 flavors, all the cans painted on a single canvas.
Was this art? Certainly, his renderings were technologically excellent. But was it art?
The public decided to make him one of the highest paid artists of his time.
Perhaps his art caused people to think. It’s a statement, although sometimes the observer paints more into the canvas that the painter intended, then, again, that’s art, sometimes to entertain, sometimes to jar one’s senses.
We all know that the easiest, cheapest lunch would be to walk into a grocery store and buy a can of soup.
Warhol’s silk-screens are selling to this day.
“Create because you have to, not to be famous, but because you are a living, breathing soul who must create or die a slow and boring death.”—Don Hahn
Sometimes we hold back on producing because we fear our creation will be junk.
Look at the junk that is out there, it appears in my inbox every day. And the mailbox. Heavens, we get an envelope with a window that has a check inside, well, it looks like a check, even the words,”Pay to the order of,” is clearly seen through the envelope window. And with our name no less.  It ought to be made out “pay to the order of  “The Stupid and Gullible.”
Well, I can get a check for $35,000 dollars, if I apply for a loan with interest that will keep the company’s CEO in Alexis’s.
It gives marketing a bad name, makes us mistrust solicitors.
Yet look at marketing: It is about advertising your wares.
You market yourself at parties, when trying to convince your family to go on that vacation you believe would serve them all.
If you love your dream, why not marry it? In sickness and health, till death do us part.
Yeah, Joyce, all’s well and good about creating, but I need to earn a living.
Well, aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? The idea is to do the work we love and find a way to get paid while doing it.
We, like the animals, seek food, shelter and a mate. Homo sapiens go a step further— they need to create. Perhaps some animals do as well, for without input they can become bored and despondent—as has happened with gorillas in a Zoo.
There is one fatal flaw in being too goal oriented. As we focus on the endgame, we miss a lot of life along the way.
Your creation is a work in process.
Remember Thomas Edison said he didn’t fail 1,000 times in his effort to make a light bulb, he found 1,000 ways NOT to make a light bulb.
Here’s where the grace comes into play. I said it would lubricate your process. When I think of grace, I think of being in a state of acceptance, a state of being.
There is strength in boldness. There is genius and magic in determination and perseverance.
Perhaps Van Gogh and Mozart didn’t expect to win. I don’t know. However, they were driven to create.
Van Gogh painted through an undistinguished life before dying in obscurity. Mozart, a musical genius, was buried in a pauper’s grave. People hated Moby Dick when it was first published. The early episodes of the television show Seinfeld garnered some of the most dismal ratings in television history, yet, what do Vincent, Wolfgang, Herman, and Seinfeld have in common?
The desire to create. 
You have to feel sorry for Salvator Rosa whose paintings hang to the right and left of the illustrious Mona Lisa. His paintings are great, but they have no pedigree and no mystery. But maybe he knew to throw a lariat around a star, and look, he gets as many views as the Mona Lisa.
Now think of the Mona Lisa. Well painted by Leonardo di Vinci, of course. She isn’t beautiful, rather mysterious really. Some wonder if di Vinci painted himself in drag.
The painting is over five hundred years old. It was stolen in 1911, her face was plastered across the papers of the world, and people came to see where she had hung before the theft.
Over the years she had acid poured on her, cups hurled at her, red paint sprayed on her, now she sits in a massive room protected by bulletproof glass and surrounded by admirers. About six million people view her each year, and according to an article in the Guardian newspaper, the average time viewing her is fifteen seconds.
Is this a check off of things to do while on vacation? Visit the Mona Lisa, check. She’s a rock star.
She has a history and a story.
You might wonder about inventive minds such as inventor Cornelius Drebbel. In the 17th century, this man created the first working prototype of a submarine.
Three hundred years ago this man built a wooden craft. Scholars think it was probably covered with greased leather and had oarsmen to propel it. In around 1120 he demonstrated his submarine to King James and thousands of astonished Londoners by diving 15 feet into the Thames River.
He went on to build three more submarines and they all worked. Later on, he created a series of mirrors to harness the sun’s energy in a manner such as solar cells have today.
It took three hundred years for the public to catch up.
The point is you do what you need to do because your creative soul needs it. Monetary rewards are needed. Yes, we want money! Notoriety is nice, and handy for Drebbel that he was under the employ of King James. I trust that his inventions fed his soul.
That’s the reason so many hate their jobs. Their jobs don’t provide for creativity, and they don’t feed the soul.
Three women worked for some government agency, I don’t remember where, but I know they hated their jobs. It was boring, repetitive, and non-creative. They met for coffee one day after work (maybe they had something stronger than coffee) and made a pack. They would go to work one day and walk out, no explanation, no notice given, just leave.
They were giddy just thinking about it.
Over the next few days, they decided which day they would leave. They agreed that they would dress in their best clothes, go into work, then walk out.
When the day arrived, they excitedly dressed in their finest, went into work, put on the coffee pot, and in their excited state they welcomed their fellow co-workers. On being greeted enthusiastically the co-workers responded in kind. They chatted. They drank their coffee and went to work uplifted. When the next batch of workers came in the women again greeted them, served them coffee, chatted, and so it went.
“Okay,” said one, “now when do we leave?”
“What?” said another, “Leave the best job I have ever had?’ They stayed.
What changed?
As I was reading Zig Zigler’s book Over The Top, and going through his list of success qualities like being enthusiastic, having faith, vision, empathy, hardworking, sincere, I had no trouble, zipping through these qualities, disciplined, motivated, punctual…Screech.
How many times have I been late? How many times have people waited for me? That’s selfish and inconsiderate.
I always think I have more time than I do. My daughter says I have no concept of time. I misjudge it. Why in God’s name do I think I must shingle the roof before I leave the house, then race like a bat out of hell to get to my appointment on time?
I noticed this morning that while I was focused on my work, and I was itching to sit down at to the computer. Did I go right to it? No. First, I washed the dishes and threw clothes into the washer. I delayed what I really wanted to do. I really do want to meet my friends for lunch, or get to that meeting on time. I must have the attitude that I musts do the dirty work before I can have fun
One advice is to eat a frog every morning then nothing worse will happen to you for the rest of the day.
When I told my daughter about eating a frog, she said, “But then you will have frog breath for the rest of the day.”
I ought to re-think my priorities.
Not long ago I drove from Eugene to Roseburg to have lunch with a friend. It’s about an hour and a half drive, and I left in plenty of time. However, I was so worried about being late to my friend whom I love and who is always on time, even ahead of time. But, what did I do? I totally screwed it up.
Here is a great demonstration on how sometimes we focus on the negative so much that we get what we have focused on. We get WHAT WE DON’T WANT.
What we don’t want is so strong it blots out what we intended in the first place. I wanted to be on time.
I wasn’t.
Why was that?
She said to meet her at her office. Go to the side parking lot. I got there, I went to the side parking lot, and checked the door. Being Saturday, the building was locked up tight. I rattled the doors thinking she was inside. I went to the front doors as well. No answer. I tried to call, no answer.
I did go to the side, and I did go to the front, but not getting her, I punched so many buttons on my phone that it completely froze up and remained that way until a day later when I went to Costco and had them defrost it.
Bottom line. We did connect. I walked across the street to a deli and borrowed a wonderfully helpful person’s phone. I got my friend. She was waiting for me at the side of the building—where she said to go, but she got there after me, and then I lost my phone connection.
I was late.
She was cool with it.
I was miserable.
What if, we decide to live in a beautiful state no matter what.
This is an excerpt taken from my other blog,

Friday, August 16, 2019

Jump In, The World Needs What You Have To Offer

I feel that this is an intimidate group of people, I don't know for sure, but I figure if you show up you're looking for something about blogging, and perhaps you are a writer. 

I love writers--is it because I am one? No, it's because they're engaged, they are going for their dream, they see life as an exquisite playground.

And if you want to write, declare yourself to be one. 

It took me a long time before I could say I am a writer.

For years I said, "I'm a writer like a dog is a dog. That doesn't mean I'm a good one." (I copied that, don't know where I found it, but it stuck in my craw.) 

See, I declared that I was a writer, but wouldn't say that I was any good at it.

There are writers who, instead of seeing the world and an exquisite playground, write out their dismal lives, but that's important too, it's cathartic and important to honor your own path. Just don't contemplate your own navel for so long you miss the movie that's playing in you yard, the wilderness, within your own intimate group. 

Maybe your group is a pain in the butt, but hey, you're the writer, use it. Be the observer, not the participant. They can give you fodder for the page.

What scares me is that everyone wants to write, and few want to read. People can pick up a used book for a fraction of what it cost to publish it. Few bookstores have managed to stay in business, and we go for the one-liners. We're busy, we don't set down to read a real smell-good book. #Kindle is good, there's your library in your purse or backpack. I must give them credit for keeping books alive.

Remember #Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books, just convince people not to read them."

We're here to make sure that never happens.

People must think the printed page is powerful, why else would they ever ever ever, burn a book. Witches, books, people have been cuckoo.

But, we're here aren't we--you reading, me writing? And I said I wouldn't post on this site anymore. That was the other day. Today is a fresh new day.

I read the other day that now the Internet is like #Real Estate, we all want a piece of it. In the old West they fought over #water rights, now it's #Internet space. 

What a difference a hundred years makes.

You exist on this planet, you deserve a piece of it, and the world needs what you have to offer.
Let's hear it!

Yesterday I posted on
See ya on the page.
Love ya, Jo 
Let me hear from you, somehow I feel there is a group out there that need to meet each other.


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Thank You

Thank you for showing up on this site.
I'm fascinated by writers and blogging, and those who want to learn more about it.

I encourage you to visit my other sites. https:/ A portion of that site is dedicated to writing, and it includes other subjects, Travel, Life on the Farm, and my regular weekly blog.

There's my old standby blog that started this entire blogging rampage. It is

Take your pick, see what suits you. Let's talk.

Oh, I must not forget my book site. Please give it a look-see, it tells more of the story about our Island move, and living off the grid. 

The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis

I see it is discounted and offering free shipping. 

Thank you for visiting. You have been most gracious over the years.  I love my readers.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Ten Rules to Blog By—Read at Your Own Risk

I heard that the lions at the San Diego Zoo are so prolific that they have put IUD's in the lionesses. 

I heard that Australia is run over with rabbit, two rabbits, three, four thousand--that would keep some undergrad student busy. 

This blog has nothing to do with lions or rabbits, that was just a fact that stuck in my brain and I dislodged it onto this page. 

Blog Rule Number one: Begin with an attention getter. 
I ran across mistakes I been making blogging, not just typos and redundancies, those happen, I can't help myself, but suggestions from those super-duper bloggers who say they make six-figures blogging.  

 Is that money or doodles? 

Number Two: Post on Schedule, Not Just When You  
Feel Like It. 

I pay attention to blogging gurus only when I feel like it, for who wants to sound like everybody else? However, those smart bloggers have large audiences, and big bucks. (I have a super audience, not big numbers, but my readers are choice.) 

Regarding income, around here it's more like yesterday at the Fair, I sold one book for $10.00, bought one for $20.  

I had fun though, mainly visiting with other writers. It was a slow day. Perhaps this afternoon will pick up, today is senior day. Seniors like to read don't they? 

Regarding a schedule, I have circled around Thursdays, although I have been throwing content on my sites whenever I feel like it, now I will try to make Thursdays POST DAY.
I want you guys to count on me. 

Three, Pay Attention to SEO’s. 

It took me awhile to know what a SEO was, and I still know little, but the gist is that it is keywords that google notices. SEO = Search Engine Optimation. 

Four: Scatter Keywords throughout your post: 

Keywords? That's another thing I gave little attention. Who are we writing for, readers or google? However, I know if people don’t find you, you won’t get read. A simple fact. 

Five, Write a Good Headline. 

That’s like “Knock my socks off,” that every contest MC tells their participants--as though they aren't trying. 

And use a word from your title in your first paragraph. (That would be hard in today’s post wouldn’t it?) 

Six: Write Short Paragraphs. 

Okay, I know that. It is no longer what we learned in school, “Develop your paragraphs.” Now the rule of thumb is to write only one or two sentences per paragraph. It does make for easier reading on line. People are busy, they read fast. We want to make it easy for them. 

Seven: Use Contractions. 

I have to laugh at Royal Caribbean, their monitors would mark-down their email responders for using contractions. I guess they wanted to sound formal. But emails and blogging is informal, and we ought to write as we talk. 

Eight: Write Blogs of 1,000 to 2,000 Words. 
It used to be that the ideal word count was 300 to 400 words. Now for some reason I don’t understand Google likes long blogs. (Yep, I’ve mentioned this before, it’s a peeve of mine, for I have trouble hitting 1,000 words.) People skim, but Google gives preference to long blogs. They think it makes the material sound more important. But you know me, just say it and get on with it.  

Mine usually fall under 1,000 words. Write at your own peril.  
And remember that Seth Godin write a blog daily, short posts, and he is perhaps the most popular blogger—maybe it’s because he knows what he is talking about, and has established himself and a marketing/business expert. 

Nine: Include links to Other Content on Your Site.  

We do want to make our website easy to use. 

Ten: Publish Consistently. 

I could have titled this post Blogging and IUD’s, and as I wrote that, I thought of the comedian Phyllis Diller who said her IUD opened garage doors as she drove past. 

He son said she died with a smile on her face. 

Much love from Jo