I enjoyed this five-minute TED talk by Richard St. John. In it, he draws on lessons from Richard Branson, singer Sam Smith, Google co-founder Larry Page, Botox-pioneer Dr. Jean Carruthers, and Nobel Prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman.
It speaks to those of us putting words to screen, paint on canvas, plans to paper, and everything in between. For some, the ideas aren’t new, but who doesn’t need a few reminders every once in awhile?
Some favorite quotes:
“Ears are wifi for ideas.”
“EyeQ often wins over IQ.”
“When a really great dream shows up, grab it.”
For all you memoir writers out there…
There are days I feel this way in the middle of some projects.
What the hey?! Even though they have backyards for convenient placement of those unsightly beasts-on-wheels, since when did homeowners find it attractive to leave their trash/recycling/yard waste barrels out for weeks on end? [Yeah, sounds ‘get off my lawn-ish’, doesn’t it?]
Which logically leads to my concerns about fortune cookies…
The other night, I had three of them lined up for late night consumption with [product placement alert!] Yogi ginger tea. Could I enjoy them? Nope. Haunted by the following…
- Is it bad juju to break and eat the cookie before reading the fortune?
- Am I doomed if the cookie breaks before I even remove it from the wrapper?
- Does the exact opposite fate await me if I break protocol?
- Worse yet, is it bad form to eat all three cookies and then read all three fortunes?
- And should I read them in the same order as the order in which I ate the cookies?
- Is there a proper technique to break open the cookie?
And speaking of questionable juju…
In Hallmark Channel’s Garage Sale Mysteries, Lori Laughlin has a daughter attending college. Did that fictional daughter also get accepted based on false pretenses?
Another use: I have reduced one of my hard copies to 1000 strips of paper, each containing a Warmup. I pull out four or five at a time and see what story develops.
[Note: My first ebook of Writing Warmups is currently free.]
- “Why don’t you come with us?” As she considered the request, the three of us turned our backs and winced.
- “Don’t sweat it. You’ll get the hang of it.”
- I swear when I grabbed her hand for the first time, a jolt of electricity shot up my arm.
- “How do you get anything done in here?”
- “All due respect…” Oh, geez, I knew anything but respect was on its way.
- The deadline was approaching, but our solutions weren’t.
- “So, what’ll it be—root canal or a date with my brother?”
- “Should my hands be sweating like this?”
- “Let’s just make believe we get along…just for tonight.”
- “What is it with you? Why does everything have to be so organized?”