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Wednesday Word: Another Mini-Scene and Picture

6/17/2020

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I'll say it again, I'm an author, not an artist! So this drawing is actually pretty damn good, for my lack of skills!

My girls are deep within the Mansion, now. This is another mini-scene from their journey:
​     They continued to explore the room, certain they would find a hidden way out. A large chair sat in the middle of the room, and sitting on its arm was a teddy bear. Its body faced the door, and its head was turned to one side. Savannah examined the stone toy, thankful, at least, that a toy was all it was, and so far, it didn’t look like anything living had been turned to stone. She didn’t voice her fears to Ellie, but everything about this strange house put her on edge. She wished they still had the means to reach June.
​     “Savannah, over here.” Ellie beckoned her to a door leading to a long, stone hallway. While most of the hall was the same stone as the main room, some of the doors had strange patches of redness spilling out onto the floor from beneath them. It wasn’t liquid, it looked like the floor was slowly changing color.
​     The twins opened the first door. Savannah jumped at the sight of the stone teddy bear looking right at her. “What?” Ellie said. “Wait… Is this—is this the same room?”
​     ​“Yeah,” Savannah said, backing up. “Let’s try this one.” She tested the next door. This one had that strange patch of red beneath it, and while it felt like a warning, maybe it meant the door led somewhere new. Yet when she opened it, the girls found themselves looking into the same stone room.
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​​     They tried several more doors, all with the same result. “Oh come on!” Ellie said, slamming another failed door shut.
​     “One of these has to go somewhere.” Savannah tried to open a window in a wall, but nothing happened.
​     “What’s wrong?”
​     “I can’t look through the walls. It must be something about this house.”
​     “There’s only one left,” Ellie said. “What do we do if it doesn’t lead somewhere else?”
​     “I guess we explore the room behind it, no matter what,” Savannah said. “Maybe it only looks like the same room, but it isn’t.”
​     Ellie nodded, took a deep breath, and swung the door open. “I hope this is another dimension,” she said, stepping into the stone room again. “Same creepy teddy bear, same furniture… wait. Was that door always there?”
​     On the other side of the room stood a narrow, red door. “I don’t think so,” Savannah said.
Hey. You wanna know what's behind that door? I'm not telling. It's, um... Let's just say you probably don't want to open that door, actually. Maybe leave it alone? But I'll leave links to the books just in case you really need to know.
The Mansion's Twins
The Mansion's Family
Stories of the Early Days
Dawn's Acapella
Acapella Angels
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Wednesday Word: Creativity with Age

6/10/2020

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When I started writing The Mansion’s Twins, I was fourteen. I dreamed of being a teen author, and getting praised for accomplishing so much at such a young age. But what motivated me was more than a desire for recognition. Of course I wouldn’t have finished a single book without drive, passion, etc. But I was also pushed along by a weird irrational fear. I was terrified that once I hit a certain age, my creativity would start to decline.

I’d hear people talk about how kids are “so creative,” and how adults just aren’t anymore. I even heard them say “scientific studies have shown” that it’s true. It scared the shit out of me that one day I might lose the magic of the world I loved, that one day it wouldn’t welcome me back, because I would outgrow it. I also had a more reasonable fear, of losing my young perspective. I wanted to write about teens while I was one, and wouldn’t have to work so hard to remember what it was like to be that age. I did my best to prepare for that, and kept a journal, which did help. But the idea of losing my creativity was horrifying and I didn’t know what to do with it.

Now, looking at it from the perspective of a thirty-year-old lady, well… The idea of our creativity declining with age is honestly kind of ridiculous. Back then I had an underdeveloped world that I knew was underdeveloped, but I had no idea what to do about it. The Eastern realm has it’s share of magical places, but now that I’m writing the next section of the series, the Southern realm has so much more. It’s so much easier now to create that magic, almost like experience in my craft has actually made me better, and not worse. Almost like gaining more life experience and emotional maturity has given my characters more depth. Hm. What a weird idea.

Also, the word “creativity” is almost too broad to define. Some scientific studies may have shown that adults are less creative in experiments about creative problem solving, because we get into habits, “know” what works for us, and are less likely to approach a problem in new ways. Okay, but that's just one facet of creativity. I only care about my brain’s capacity to grow my world, which is a totally different skill set.

On a slight tangent: Creative problem solving is probably the least creative aspect of creativity itself, if that makes any sense. It just looks at how to solve real-world problems. What about actually creating something new? I understand we measure it because it's more measurable than other types of creativity, but we should really think about what it means. Just because you're not a good creative problem-solver doesn't mean you're not creative.

Anyway...

I understand why I hear “kids are so creative!” so often. But they kind of have to be. They’re in school. Not only does their academic success depend on creativity, their sanity depends on it too. They have to be intellectually and emotionally creative, and they practice these skills constantly, whether they know it or not.

Creativity may start to fade when we no longer “need” those skills, or when we no longer make time for them. But that means it’s not “age” affecting our creativity, it’s practice.

According to a quick Google search, we’re at our most creative age in our mid to late thirties or early forties, which is way later than I thought. Because of the way we talk about kids, I thought by the time I was twenty-five I'd have nothing left. Now I'm finding out I haven't even peaked yet? Damn.

It's been nice to be able to give that fear a reality check. It was just this bizarre narrative about children being the ultimate imaginative beings that threw me. But we don’t stop learning just because school is over. I’m not about to lose touch with a world that is literally me just because some time has passed. And I’m not somehow worse off creatively now that I’m older, I’m actually a better writer now than I’ve ever been.
Don't ever let anyone define your creativity for you. You fucking own that shit. Just YOU.
The Mansion's Twins
The Mansion's Family
Stories of the Early Days
Dawn's Acapella
Acapella Angels
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