Making The Switch To Digital Journaling? These Are The Features You Should Look For.

Technology: A Blessing and a Curse

Depending on who you talk to, it can be almost equally argued that the progression of technology has either a positive or detrimental effect on society. With social media we are able to connect like never before, but at the same time less attention is paid to grammar and punctuation and now much of our communication is in emoticons, LOL’s and quotes credited to people that never existed.

This information revolution has taken a similar toll on journal keeping. Never has it been so easy to write in your personal journal at any time and at any place. Conversely, never has conveying our deepest inner thoughts and feelings been less personal.

I have filled many handwritten journals. They are full of funny and awkward moments, entries that span dozens of pages and hand drawn doodles. In the classic “What would you take if your house was on fire and you could only grab one thing?”, for me, it would be the box that holds these books.

Journaling in a Busy World

As I have recently collected titles such as ‘husband’, ‘daddy’ and ‘employee’, my free time has subsided and I am grateful for any minutes I can steal away for my coveted journal time. Another deciding factor was my famously awful handwriting. My future generations will be thrilled when they find out all of the records I have kept until they discover they are written in a secret code and are therefore illegible.

A few years back I decided that if I wanted to continue journaling in my ever busying life, I needed to make the switch to digital and I haven’t looked back. Though much more could be said about the pros and cons of both classic and digital journaling, I just want to point out a few of the things I have learned about this rapidly expanding world of electronic journal keeping.

The eJournal Options

There are three basic categories of digital diaries and journals: PC/Mac based, online or mobile apps (tablets are lumped into this category because, as of now, many of the applications are shared).

PC/Mac based software is perhaps the oldest form of digital journaling. It has basically existed since the word processor got popular in the 70’s. Today it exists both as files generated using word processing software and journals created with specialized entry software such as The Journal , Life Journal and Mac Journal . These programs are generally only on one computer and need to be manually backed up for safety.

Online journals and diaries are usually browser based and can be accessed from any computer with an internet connection. Penzu , The Online Diary , LDS Journal and My Life Here On Earth are all examples of online journals. Because these software programs are based in the “cloud”, they are automatically backed up on servers, though you should investigate the method yourself and not just take their word.

And finally and more recently are journal “apps”. Short for application, apps have exploded in popularity especially since the iPhone App Store went main stream three years ago. Today there are dozens of journal apps available across several platforms including iOS (iPhone, iPad and iPod Touch), Android (smartphones and tablets), Blackberry and Windows Mobile 7. These represent a journal you will almost always have with you but also are limited by the speed of your thumbs. Examples include Chronicle , Momento and Day One.

The Best Solution for YOU

While each of these forms of journal keeping have their own benefits and drawbacks, there are some ways that are arguably much better than others. My recommendation is to find either an online based journal that has mobile compatibility or a mobile app that has online compatibility and backup. For example, LDS Journal is an online source but it also a special domain you can go to on an iPhone or iPad for entries. Mac Journal is a software package that allows you to journal on your computer and now has a Mac Journal app to go along with it for entries on the go.

While the multi-platform solution is the best option for most users, here are some other features that help the best versions stand out:

• Password protection
• Configurable reminders
• Multiple fonts and backgrounds
• PDF saving options
• Printed journal option
• Emailed entries
• Text messaged entries
• Picture entry
• Tags
• Search
• GPS Location Tag

In your own search, decide which of these options matter the most to you and then choose a client that has the most.

Perhaps the most important deciding factor should be to find an option that works best for you and something that you will actually do.

Happy journaling!

Sam Lytle is the founder of the new EasyJournaling.com , which is a website focused on tips, solutions and platforms to make journal keeping a reality in our busy lives. EasyJournaling has an emphasis on modern technology journals while retaining an appreciation for pen and paper journaling. He brings to it a background in iPhone and iPad app reviewing for AppAdvice.com and his personal blog about all of his writing adventures.You can also follow him on Twitter @easyjournaling.

In order to lose yourself to the flow of thoughts and words, privacy is essential. You need to be uninterrupted and able to concentrate.

Before I signed the lease on my new apartment, I went to an open house there. It’s a little triplex built into a steep hill, with four flights of stone steps leading up to the front door. The first time I climbed those stairs, I felt like I was ascending into my leafy dream home: a tree house.

Then I found the crowning jewel of the place — a hidden patio in back. A tiny corner embraced by a 20′ stone wall with a garden bed, wildly overgrown with blackberries and morning glory. A lilac tree shaded the area and brought in dappled sunlight. Moss covered the concrete ground. Trailing vines scaled the old cedar plank fence. It smelled like earth and green. I was in love.

Even before I removed 100 lbs. of blackberry brambles and re-landscaped the whole shebang, I saw beautiful visions in this little spot. Mostly, it felt like mine. While digging weeds out of the rock wall, I accidentally shook loose an enormous boulder, narrowly missing my foot. It rolled into the perfect spot for a seat.

So I sat.

I drank lemonade and surveyed my new blank canvas, my oasis, my sanctuary. I dreamed and planned, and then I turned it into the ultimate journaling hide-out.

I brought home adirondack chairs in several shades of blue. I emptied out the garden bed and painstakingly removed all the “Yankee potatoes” (rocks, as we call them back East). I planted pink grass, white jasmine, purple heather, and passion flowers. Sunflowers, Star Gazers and Moon Lilies. Hacksaw Ferns and Bleeding Hearts. I tucked my comfy chair in the corner and started writing there in the cool green wilderness.

Feeling secure, secluded and supported, I have found some amazing pathways in my head while lounging in this sacred space. At night I can sit under the string of star lights and hand-blown glass bulbs, citronella candles and cat-tail lanterns. I can throw a log in the celestial firepit, which makes twinkling, star-shaped shadows on the ground. I can hear the crickets and frogs singing as I put my words on the page by firelight.

In the mornings, everthing feels fresh and new — hopeful. The sunflowers have their faces turned toward the rising sun. The moon lilies are quietly retreating to their earthen beds. The day feels clean and full of promise.

When I invite friends into my little wonderland, it feels like a gift for the both of us. I watch their demeanor change and their stress melt away. Even if they don’t consciously acknowledge it, the space works its magic into their soul and sets it free little by little.

It does the same for me.

I wanted to share some images from my new space, which I took with my new iPhone. Mostly I was taking the camera mode for a test drive, but I just love how everything came out.

Do you have a sacred space for journaling or other acts of self-care? Let’s hear about it!

The camera was the main push for me, as I keep seeing fabulous journaling products in stationery stores that I want to share with you, but never seem to have my camera on me. So expect lots of mobile uploads from here on out!

In any case (no pun intended), I was searching for a protective cover for my iPhone when I stumbled upon the Little Black Book case by Pad and Quill. As a lover of all things Moleskine, I immediately lusted after this little Moleskine-inspired treasure.

I have one on order but I wanted to share the (digital) paper lust with you NOW! :) Check out Pad and Quill because they have some great stuff over there happily blending the elements of journaling, writing and reading with technology.

Speaking of technology, stay tuned for the forthcoming series on hi-tech journaling! I’ve got some guest posts en route, as well as my own reviews for those of you testing the waters with ejournaling.

(Although you know me — I always preach the merits of journaling by hand, too!)

And speaking of Moleskines, I picked up a Wellness Journal from the new Moleskine Passions line. I have a full review with lots of photos so you can see if it’s of any use in your journaling repetoire. (I found it to be more of a pretty shelf-friendly collectible.)

More to follow!

Photos courtesy of Pad and Quill.

My new apartment has an amazing patio that I’ve turned from a concrete crap heap into a vibrant sanctuary and retreat, overflowing with jasmine vines and pink grass and passionflowers. It was begging for a mosaic, so I ventured to Creation Station to see what I could drum up.

I bought an enormous jug of broken glass pieces, tumbled to hazy perfection. I originally didn’t plan on a particular design, but when I poured them out on my kitchen table, a smiling sunshine leaped out at me.

My receipt lists the following purchases, frameworthy on its own:

• Assorted Glass Things
• Various Wood Things
• Wood/Glass/Stone Tiles
• Various and Sundry Tubes

The wallpaper books are perfect for art journaling backgrounds and I plan to grab a couple on my next trip, along with various and sundry paints and material scraps.

Have you discovered any surprising retail gems to spark your creativity? Do tell!

For a couple of weeks I’d been researching possible locations for a retreat. I wanted more than anything to be away from the madness surrounding me so I could hear myself think. Maybe in the woods, definitely someplace without cell service or wi-fi. And ideally, alone.

Most people plan their summer getaways months in advance. I learned this when trying to book one of the many cabins, cottages and yurts in Washington’s numerous parks and beaches. I kept coming up empty handed. I even got laughed at when requesting June 21st — “You mean 2011??!!”

I didn’t want to spend $175 a night and I don’t (yet) have a VW camper van. So I complained amply to my friends and made peace with the idea of hosting a retreat in my own creative space at home. A clumsy solution at best.

And then the Universe smiled down on me and ushered forth my friend Kerry, who is a sales agent for Princess Cruises. Turns out one of the cruise ships departing from Seattle had a few empty cabins and she was able to reserve them for friends & family for next to nothing.

It seemed too good to be true. But 48 hours later I was aboard the Golden Princess, bound for Alaska on a 7 day cruise, all by myself.

I’ve never been on a cruise before; it’s always been outside of my financial means. I toured one of the Princess ships with Kerry a few months back while it was in port. I remember walking the decks, fantasizing about being able to get away for a week, have all of my needs taken care of — three meals a day cooked for me, laundry service if I needed it, and nothing but time to sit and write and ponder and question and explore my mental landscape on the pages of my journal.

And suddenly here I was, with just that — and right when I needed it most.

If I ever doubted the existence of a benevolent force in my life, I never will again.

I brought journals and two of my favorite journaling prompt kits, Inner Outings: Adventures in Journal Writing and Wide Open: Inspiration and Techniques for Art Journaling on the Edge. I also brought this fabulous book that every creative person in business should get and complete: The Creative Entrepreneur: A DIY Visual Guidebook for Making Business Ideas Real. It has you creating an art journal to explore the innards of your artistic business. It helps you connect the left and right brained portions of your work, explore what’s missing and come up with solutions.

I ate fruit and watched the waves for hours. I curled up in a deck chair with my journal. I filled page after page.

The retreat so thoroughly hit every single need within me. I slept until I was done each day. I basked in the sun. I ate good food prepared for me. And I drank in the silence, the stillness, the peace. I felt my body uncurling from its tense knot.

As a bonus to all of this physical and mental healing, I got to see Alaska! I saw humpback whales, Husky dogs, golden bears, bald eagles, and glaciers. And some really cool buildings.

I wish every journaler I know could have this sort of luxurious experience. There is nothing like it on the planet. I was able to turn over every single aspect of my life and expose the damp parts that needed airing. I untangled the giant snarls in my brain and shook them loose until my life flowed freely again. I returned to Seattle weightless and unencumbered.

Much of what I discovered was already there for the taking. Isn’t that always the way? I just had to clear away the noise to see it.

My goals were physical relaxation and creative clarity. I gained both. And once I hacked through the fear, guilt, and confusion that was crowding out my creative flow, I felt inspired again. There are so many projects I want to put in motion, so many fabulous ideas I want to share with you. Workshops and new eBooks and kits and classes. I’m overflowing with colorful, exciting plans and I can’t wait to get started.

This summer I have carved out lots of time to put these ideas into practice. I’ll be sharing more about them as the days go on. I hope you will join me.

The blank page is legendary among writers. Some of us embrace it and the infinite possibilities that it holds. That blank page is ours for the taking, and we look forward to filling it with our wonderful, magical words.

But there are a lot of us who dread the blank page and even fear it. How can we turn it into something beautiful or worthwhile?

And if a single, blank page is frightening, then a blank journal must be downright terrifying: a whole book full of blank pages! And we’re supposed to fill it up with wit and wonder? It doesn’t seem possible.

But it is.

A new journal is an opportunity that we give ourselves. It’s a chance to create, explore, and discover. It’s a place where we can learn and dream. We get to fill the pages with our ideas and reflections.

Our journals are a safe place where we can just be ourselves. Nobody’s going to judge us or grade us. There’s nobody to impress.

Still, a new journal can be intimidating. When I first started journaling, I couldn’t wait to get my pen on a blank sheet of paper. I had so much to say that I didn’t have time to be cautious.

Then, I realized that I wanted to be a profound writer, and I went through several years during which blank pages and empty notebooks brought on a catatonic state. I would stare at them for hours, waiting for an enlightening thought that I could write down.

In time, I learned to tame my expectations. I didn’t have to be profound or enlightened all the time. But if I kept on writing, eventually, little bits of wisdom would appear. I also found that I could befriend a blank journal, make it mine, and make it less intimidating by breaking it in.

Making Friends with the Blank Page

A few years ago, when it was time to start a new journal, I found myself in that catatonic state. I was handling the book, a beautiful and pristine hardcover artist’s sketchbook, and I thought about the journals I had filled with my creative writing and realized that over time, they had become comfortable and familiar, like friends.

So, I decided to make friends with this new journal before I started writing in it.

I started a new tradition. I branded my journal. I got out some colored pens and began what would become my new-journal ritual. Here’s what I did:

The Christening

I had noticed a trend in which people were choosing a “word of the year.” Sometimes these were words that defined the past year but usually they were words that were meant to energize the year to come.

I didn’t choose a word of the year, but I did choose a word for my new journal: “Transformation.”

Later, I would christen another new journal with the word “Manifest.” For some reason, the mere act of writing this word in big, bold script on the title page fostered a sense of comfort and the blank journal was suddenly far less frightening.

Plant Some Quotes

You can write a favorite quote on the cover (front or back), on the first page, or choose several of your favorite quotes and either write them on random pages or write the quotes on the first few pages, so they aren’t blank anymore.

Your new journal will no longer be blank and you’ll have interesting slices of wisdom that may inspire you as you continue adding journal entries.

Draw Symbols and Doodles

I like to doodle and draw simple symbols and images in my journal. Sometimes I get obsessed with a particular symbol, which is why my journal from the late 90s has ankhs all over it.

Sketching stars, moons, stick figures, and flowers throughout a new journal helps break it in and leads to fun discoveries later when you find these little treasures deep in its pages.

Make a Collage

If drawing and doodling isn’t your thing but you love imagery, then turn to the art of cut-and-paste, kindergarten style. Lots of journalers use collage to decorate the outside of their journals, but what about the inside?

A couple of well placed photos or pieces of art (Picasso, for example) can bring warmth, inspiration, and familiarity to a blank first page.

I know many journalers use these techniques throughout their journaling process, so that their journal becomes something between a journal and a scrapbook.

My approach is a little less complicated. I like to mark up my journal just enough to give it a little personality, leaving enough white space so that there is plenty of room for discovery.

The next time you’re faced with starting a new, blank journal and find yourself procrastinating, staring off into space, or totally avoiding it, try breaking it in with words, quotes, and pictures.

Give your journal a little personality so it feels friendly instead of unfamiliar. And then, write.

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He calls her “Mona,” and her directional narratives are usually patient. Every once in awhile, my Dad opts for a different route. Say he wants to avoid a dead armadillo blocking the road. Mona then suggests — with escalating urgency — that he perform a U-turn at the nearest opportunity so she can get him back on track.

My Dad is convinced she gets mad at him when he keeps going straight. She huffs in exasperation, her tone reproachful: “Recalibrating…” Mona doesn’t like recalibrating, but she does it when necessary.

I’ve been thinking about recalibration a lot lately. About adjusting expectations. About reconfiguring the game plan.

We humans are a delightfully adaptable bunch. Given the choice, many of us would prefer to stick to the status quo. We prefer stability and comfort, but we adapt efficiently to our changing environment.

The new relationship that is going in a different direction than expected. An illness that requires total re-arrangement of calendar and lifestyle. A treasured job suddenly gone. A relative recovering from a natural disaster on your couch. Winning the lottery (okay, I wish I had to adapt to that one.)

We can take in new ideas, and recalibrate our beliefs. We can take in new information and recalibrate our expectations. We don’t have to stay stuck. We don’t have to defend a way of thinking just because it made sense yesterday.

This is one of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned over the past few years. The beauty of staying flexible. The art of detaching myself from my long-held beliefs in light of new information, new experiences.

Lost in the Wilderness

Some friends took me on a hiking trip a decade ago. I was unprepared for the hike, mentally and physically. I was traumatized and never went hiking again.

Then I met the Page. The Page hiked from Georgia to Maine one summer. For fun.

I giggled at the irony of our pairing. The girl who hates hiking and the boy who volunteers for the Washington Trails Association.

A few summers ago, we were at Discovery Park. He said, “Let’s check out that trail.” Immediately the anxiety rose in my throat. Hiking? He wanted me to go hiking?

I took a deep breath, realizing my last hiking experience was a million years ago in a totally different situation. He held out his hand and I looked at his cherubic face, unable to turn him down.

And so we walked. The spring maples were unfurling their bright green leaves, casting spirals of shadow on the trail. The earth smelled vibrant and fertile. It was so quiet — no traffic, no hum of machines. Damp moss cushioned our footsteps. Orange mushrooms blossomed beneath ferns. The enormous pines towered over us, making me feel deliciously small and insignificant. I could forget all my worldly worries here.

After a few minutes, he said, “You look deep in thought.”

“I’m recalibrating,” I told him. “I haven’t historically enjoyed hiking. But I’m thinking it was the circumstances of my last hike I didn’t like. I’m enjoying this. A lot.”

“It’s just a walk,” he said. “In the woods.”

Journaling for Recalibration

Are there places in your life that need recalibration?

Sometimes we forget why we even believe something, or hold a grudge, or do something a certain way. We may take in new information, but dismiss it — or even debunk it — so we can cling to our former ways.

But we are not our beliefs, opinions, grudges. We are flexible human beings. We take in new information, hear new views every day.

Recalibrating your views and beliefs, your likes and dislikes, your way of doing things, is the mark of a secure soul. It’s a sign of personal growth.

Once you get past the discomfort of recalibrating, you start to look forward to it. You realize there’s freedom in saying, “Maybe I wasn’t right about that. Maybe there’s more to this story than I once believed.”

When I’m talking to an opinionated person, I ask for details about their opinion. Why they harbor that belief, how they reached that conclusion. Instead of seeking an opportunity to express my view, I ask questions. I’m listening for new information, points I haven’t heard before — doing research. At the end of a conversation, people are often startled to discover that I totally disagree with their point of view.

Get out your journal and write about recalibration.

• How do you feel about the idea?
• Do you recalibrate regularly?
• Are your beliefs based on facts and personal research?
• Do you consciously form your views, or were they fed to you by someone else?
• Where in your life, work, or relationships would you like to try recalibrating?

I’ve gained enormous freedom in recalibrating, and I think you can, too.

Seriously — even if you couldn’t care less about Walking in this World, you need to start scheduling Artist Dates for yourself.

What bowls me over more than anything is that we have to schedule an hour with ourselves every week just to remember to enjoy ourselves creatively.

Remember when we were kids? Childhood was different back then — I was talking about this with the Page recently. No Baby Einstein or “play dates” or rigorous athletic/musical/language curricula. On weekends the sun came up and our mothers shooed us outdoors with a broom and told us not to come back until sunset or dinnertime – whichever was later.

I spent years in the woods behind my house in Connecticut, building forts in the fallen trees from Hurricane Gloria. We skinned our knees, cried, and then got on our bikes and rode without a helmet until we cracked our skulls open and had to go home for Band-Aids.

I tamed wild creatures in the forest — snakes and birds and rabbits. Climbed trees and fell out of them. When I was older, we went pool hopping through the neighborhood after dark. We played multi-block games of hide-n-seek. We got dirty and got bored, made new friends, beat each other up, and then rode to the convenience store for Cokes made with real sugar.

We survived. But then somewhere along the line we stopped being spontaneous, stopped “playing.” We replaced “What should I do today?!” with “What has to get done today?”

I know, I know: You’ve got bills to pay, children to feed, a job to endure. No time for frivolous, spontaneous fun.

I get it. So at the very least, schedule a To Do item for yourself. Get out your iPhone or your Filofax and make a date.

For me, the Artist Dates have been all about mindfulness. We do a lot of rushing in this society, a lot of multitasking. Multitasking is particularly damaging. Instead of doing one thing well but slowly, we do two things half-assed (as my mom says).

Artist Dates can be the antidote to this too-much-at-once-ness.

Becoming Present

I was talking about Artist Dates with my friend Kerry, who chose to spend one of her recent dates going to a local grocery with a ridiculous produce section — seriously, acres of apples — and chopping, washing and cooking for four hours in her kitchen. She was fully present with the preparation of food — just basking in the smells and colors, slicing and dicing. Feeding her soul in the process.

I spent my last Artist Date in a state of muddy bliss. The sun was out Saturday for the first time since November, and my new yard/garden/patio is in desperate need of some love.

I rolled up my sleeves and spent several quiet hours pulling weeds methodically and digging in the dirt. Not planning or rehashing, not fretting or trying to get it done.

I was mindful of each weed. I fully soaked in the vivid colors of my new plants, smelled the fresh earth and rosemary. Felt the sun on my face. It was amazingly restorative. I was bursting with creativity afterward, like my well had been refilled.

When we’re mindful of our surroundings and fully present with what we’re doing, time stops. It’s so clichéd, but we appreciate the little things. We very literally stop to smell the flowers. And in doing so, we replenish our creative selves.

Not a bad way to spend an hour. Afterward, you can journal about the results. Go schedule yours now!

Even if you’re not doing the Julia Cameron program, there are some fun journal prompts below you can use on your own. They have us taking a look at what cultures, places and time periods besides are own strike our fancy.

Is it just me, or does this chapter feel disjointed? It reminds me of the “seafood fiesta” sushi roll that the Page always gets at Marineopolis – all the ends and pieces from making other rolls, crammed onto a bed of rice.

The readings and tasks both feel useful, but unrelated. It’s strange.

Oh and while I’m in a critical mood, I just have to say that I love Julia Cameron but once in awhile I wish she’d call it quits with the clever. Every single sentence has to have some play on words. It gets annoying, especially when she stretches to finish the pun: “Do you like period movies — or movies, period?”

Guh.

Anyway! Onward and upward.

Task: Geography

So I don’t understand what this task has to do with the chapter topic of “creative breakthroughs.” But here are some things that came out of that exercise for me, which was kind of fun to think about.

Other worlds I enjoy

What culture other than your own feels like home?

New Orleans, gypsy caravans, sailing vessels, Zen monestaries, India, Japan, bohemian NYC, North Beach surfer central

What age other than the one we’re in resonates with your sensibilities?

Probably the first half of the 1900′s – hanging out with those bohemians and loose-lipped artists, the beat poets and jazz — all the stuff before internet and cell phones.

Beyond that I can’t help but think about what it would be like to be a woman in any other time than now. Especially a woman like me: independent, brazen, and refusing to be tamed. I’d have been branded a Witch, for sure — especially with my existing Pagan leanings and the ability to talk to animals.

(Actually, that might have been fun. Aside from the whole burning at the stake thing.)

So although I think it would have been cool to live in a lamplit world, I couldn’t swing the whalebone corset gig.

What foregin cuisine feels like home to your palate?

Japanese, Morroccan, Greek, Southern Italy, India. Any place with sun-drenched fruit trees, close to the ocean.

What exotic smells give you a sense of expansion and well-being?

I’m a big smeller. Have I ever told you that? In an alternate life I would have been one of those professional sniffers that develop perfume and other scents. I catch a whiff of something as I walk by, and it’s not just that I smell something fruity or flowery — I smell Vaseline Intensive Care lotion (the one in the yellow bottle).

So I’m big on scents.

Some of my favorite exotics: sandalwood, amber, jasmine, narcissus, violet, gardenia, green tea, nag champa, cherry blossom, olive, and Amarige perfume (which I wear).

What spiritual tradition intrigues you beyond your own?

Native American, Buddhist. Although I consider a little bit of both of those “my own.”

What music from another culture plucks your heartstrings? (gag)

Oh so many: Middle Eastern sitar, Moroccan, Irish folk music, Flamenco guitar, anything out of New Orleans, Hawaiian

In another age, what physical age do you see yourself being?

I have a hard time with age questions. I guess I consider myself ageless. Either that, or I refuse to grow up.

I was thinking about this yesterday when musing to the Page that whenever I sell anything on craigslist, it always ends up being bought for a little kid. Because I like turquoise footstools shaped like frogs, giant hedgehog pillows, and bookshelves covered in graffiti art. Why should kids have all the fun?

In another culture and time, what is your sex?

Hmmm — I’m kind of rocking the girl power, so I’d probably stick with that. Although if I went back in time to the aforementioned days of gas lamp light, I probably would have been a guy so I didn’t have to spend my days knocked-up and doing laundry in the kitchen.

Do you enjoy period movies? Or movies, period? (double gag)

I hate period movies, especially if the actors have British accents. Also I hate when Americans make movies about other countries and the residents are speaking English, but with an accent. Yes, it’s 1945 Germany but we’re also speaking English, with a German accent, like Dieter the Waiter. And nobody on screen thinks that’s weird.

Yes, perhaps my refusal to suspend disbelief ruins lots of potentially great films for me. But even without anything pre-1975, I manage to watch at least half a dozen movies a week.

So I guess I enjoy movies, period.

That was a fun exercise. It makes me thing about my cultural leanings as I decorate my new little creative nest (a.k.a. The Situation Room) to be a fluffy womb of color and textures. It’s part India and part NYC Bohemian. And the fresh pineapple I’m eating tastes a bit like Hawaiian magic.

What did you discover this week about your sense of geography?

“Creativity thrives on small, do-able actions. This week dismantles procrastination as a major creative block. The key to a creative life is sustained, consistent, positive action. This is possible for all of us.”

(I’ll have to take your word for it, Julia.)

Inertia is a harsh mistress.

Ever notice how easy it is to keep going once you’re moving? And how difficult it is to start moving once you’re stopped?

That’s our good ‘ol friend Inertia at work. She’s a temperamental beast, that Inertia. But at least she always plays by the same rules so we know what to expect.

I’m looking forward to digging into this week’s chapter. It is exactly what I need right now. Procrastination and blockage have my logjam in an uproar. And that’s not a euphemism.

I’ve been overwhelming myself with doing nothing. The nothing builds and builds until it’s this unwieldy beast gnashing at my throat. Time to defang the monster, as I like to say.

When I’m engaged in a creative project, I tend to jump in with both feet, work like mad, become deliriously inspired (operative word being “delirious”), not sleep for a week, burn out, and abandon the project wholesale.

As a wise friend always asks me, “How’s that working for you?”

(Okay, you got me — it’s Dr. Phil.)

Apparently this week we’re going to learn how to appreciate baby steps as a method of overcoming that paralyzing overwhelm and practice sustained moderation in our art. Sign me up.

Task: Easy Does it, but Do It

“Most of us have many small areas where we could benefit from a little housekeeping. List five areas you could neaten up. What we are after with this task is the experience of using stuck energy in a productive way, however small. ”

This task may not be the best advice for me since I just moved and at least one of the rooms and one of the closets (because I have more than one of each now!!!) are still in a state of disarray. More accurately, it looks like a bomb went off. But I’ve been working non-stop at settling in.

What I need is to do something other than housekeeping. Especially since I have OCD and once I start cleaning I’ll come to nine hours later, aligning the carpet fibers so they all face the same direction.

So I got out my folder of snippets and went to work making my previous journal’s table of contents (example below).

I compulsively gather out-of-context magazine quotes and headlines, as well as directionals from boxes and other found words. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember, and no magazine is safe around me when I’ve got an x-acto knife in one hand and rubber cement in the other. I have stacks and stacks of torn out phrases like “it’s spring, do you know where your bloomers are?” and “Unblock your head.”

This is one of my all-time favorites:

I sat down at my awesome new table in my new crafty nest (I’ve decided to call it The Situation Room, which I heard used in an espionage film last week). I dug through the piles of quotes, searching for ones that captured each section of my last journal. “Rejoice and recharge.” “Things that shine.” “Spread some sparkle.” “Stop talking, start DOING.”

The sorting itself was a beautifully Zen process. When I’d finally chosen my handful of quotes, I went to work cementing them down and drawing the TOC. It was so much fun, and it’s been a long time since I got my hands dirty.

Strangely, when I stepped away from my little completed project, I got in front of my computer and wrote two blog posts, a BIG DIG email, and a few notes for the upcoming week’s Artist Date.

Absolutely bonkers, since I’ve only opened blank Word documents lately if forced at gunpoint.

That Julia, she is just full of useable wisdom.

It reminds me of that little blind spot we all have in our eyes — how sometimes you physically cannot see something by looking directly at it. You have to look away, focus on something else, and your peripheral vision picks up the missing information.

Creativity is like that. Sometimes you can’t look directly at your project, especially if it’s bugging you. You have to indulge in some other activity, absorb yourself elsewhere, in order to move it forward.

So go polish your shoes and put your receipts in order. I’m off to arrange some carpet fibers.