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Monday Morning Wisdom #379


You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. ~ C.S. Lewis

Creative Juice #310

Creative Juice #310

A lot of articles that will stimulate your thinking this week. And some pretty stuff.

  1. Wonderful woodworking projects.
  2. I’ve never gone to a county fair. Have you?
  3. I never knew sea grass was so interesting.
  4. Dreams may be the key to your creativity.
  5. Feedback hurts. How to accept it in stride, and how to give it constructively.
  6. Habitat for Humanity in Phoenix is trying out 3D printed homes.
  7. Extraordinary photos of ocean waves.
  8. Just the thought of tattoos makes me cringe, but these are amazing.
  9. James Rey Sanchez discusses his process and how he broke into illustrating children’s books.
  10. A painter discusses Paul Cézanne’s still lifes. More about Cézanne.
  11. Halloween is less than two months away. There is no better time for writing horror. Here are thirteen tips.
  12. Whatever the art, you’ve got to put in the time. Every day.

Creative Juice #297

Creative Juice #297

This week’s articles are a gold mine for writers, but there are pickings for other creative people too.

NaPoWriMo2021 Day Twenty-Six


Today’s prompt is to write a parody of a poem. I chose to spoof this one:

Dreams as Idea Source

As a friend to the writer
	        commend me the Dream.
	You will find it can even portend. 
It will tease and seduce you
		and feed you ice cream
Or lead you into
			a dead end.
A writer who dwells on the best-seller list
	(the happiest place you can be!)
Says a Dream is the best idea source that exists.
	Then, surely, the Dream is the key.
So tell all the writers to sleep with a pad
	And a pencil right next to your bed
And capture your Nightmare—
		or whatever
			you had.
(Or write down your Dreamscape instead.)


Creative Juice #203

Creative Juice #203


Beautiful things to look at, and ideas that will help you boost your own creativity.

  • Sculptures made from discarded metal.
  • Murals that incorporate their surroundings.
  • A clue may shed light on Vincent Van Gogh’s last days.
  • The hundred best books of the last twenty years. I’ve read maybe ten of these; they were all good except for one which I can’t remember. One more is in my TBR pile. Most of these I’ve never even heard of.
  • I love this artist’s Instagram page.
  • Rebellious nuns.
  • Are you living the dream? Why not?
  • A little city of zentangled architecture.
  • Free summer-themed quilt patterns.
  • Wonderful photos of scenes in Saigon—and each one includes at least one motorbike.
  • I have long loved Grant Snider’s Incidental Comics. This article explains his process for a recent book cover he illustrated.
  • Admit it—you’ve been thinking about starting your own podcast. How hard is it, really? Read this article to find out.

NaPoWriMo Day Four: Dream Class


Dream Class
by ARHuelsenbeck

retired from teaching


Children Playing on the Beach by Mary Cassatt

called back on
emergency basis
school building closed

arrived at address
supervisor said
here’s your classroom
and disappeared

four walls open to the sky
an open doorway
no supplies
not even a class list
stupid administrators—
at the BEACH

the students did just what you’d expect
5-year-olds to do
they ran out the door
and scattered in all directions

some ran into the surf
some plopped down to build sandcastles
others hunted for shells and sandcrabs

I shouted myself hoarse
and tried valiantly to gather them up
they showed no signs of hearing me
or even seeing me

fluffy clouds drifted across
turquoise skies
sunshine warmed my skin
a light wind combed
my hair

maybe this could turn out well
beautiful day
sunny beach
happy children

how many students am Inapo2020button1-1
responsible for, anyway?
didn’t I start out with more?
what happens when their
parents come to pick them up
and I can’t find them?

worry about that later

In the Meme Time: Launch



Happy First Day of School

Happy First Day of School

It’s the first day of school, and I’ve been called in on an emergency basis to fill in at the elementary school where I used to teach. Since I’ve been gone, the entire staff has left and been replaced by people I don’t know. Also, the locations of all the classrooms, offices, cafeteria, and library have changed. I can’t find my music classroom. I don’t have the main office number listed on my phone.

When I finally locate the music room, it’s filled with unruly students running around and using the ceiling light fixtures as trapeze swings, no responsible adults in sight. They’ve just been dropped off, and I have no idea what grade they are or when they will be picked up. I have no class list. I have no schedule. I don’t know what books, supplies, or instruments I have or where they would be located. I have no strategy for getting the students under control, no first-day activities planned.


No, this didn’t really happen, but it is a recurring dream I’ve had frequently in the five years since I resigned from teaching. I’ve also had variations on this dream: my new classroom is a cabana on the beach and I have to keep my kindergarten students from drowning in the surf; it’s the day of the big musical performance and I’ve forgotten to cast or rehearse it.

And it’s similar to dreams that even veteran teachers have about being unprepared for the first day or for back-to-school night.

I actually always loved the first few weeks of school. Everything was fresh; the students were well-behaved, confident that this new year would be the best yet. The students at my school had new clothes and backpacks and pristine supplies to begin their classes. The impetus of novelty continued while the kids were challenged to progress to the next level.

This is the first year that I didn’t have a pang of regret on the first day of school. I like retirement enough that I’m not missing the back-breaking labor of setting up my classroom (teachers spend the day after the last day of school clearing their classrooms so that annual maintenance like deep-cleaning and painting can happen over the summer). I still miss the vibrance of working with kids, but my students who were kindergarteners when I resigned are now in sixth grade (not my favorite age group). I don’t think I could pick up where I left off.

The schools in my neck of the woods opened a few weeks ago, but when we lived in New Jersey, the traditional start of school was the day after Labor Day. Best wishes to all who are starting out this week. Give your teachers a hug for me.

Creative Juice #153

Creative Juice #153

Twelve articles to inspire you.

Creative Juice #147

Creative Juice #147

Artsy stuff and more: