Creative Memory

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A memoir takes some particular threads, some incidents, some experience form a person’s life and gives an account of it. ~ Richard Hell

Yesterday’s blog was all about using images, songs, adages, movies to elicit memories of times gone-by to help write life stories.They  all serve as great writing prompts.

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When I saw the image of this widely-used household item from my childhood it triggered powerful memories. Below are the words that I associated with this picture. The words became basis for writing the preface to my memoir.

Once I recorded my thoughts it was easy to compose the preface to the book. Then my words became complete sentences and a little organizing to make sure the writing became a well- developed composition that conveyed what I wanted to share with my readers.

Here are the free association words that immediately came to mind when I saw the image:


  • First day of school
  • lunchbox
  • socks with wrinkles
  • foreign speaking doctor
  • bus stop
  • saddle shoes
  • odd odor
  • six years old
  • my mother
  • fear and anxiety

If you want to write your life story but are stumped and having a hard time getting started, dig out some old pictures from the past and see what happens. Here is a great article about the power of creative memory.

If you are interested in this thing called “independent publishing” there are many, many blog writings on All Things Fulfilling about the subject. Basically, I recorded my journey as I went through my own publishing process. On the right-hand side of this page, you can search by category – enter words such as independent publishing, writing, memoir, marketing independent publications, e-book publishing, writers, creativity.

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For the Love of Reading


To be successful, the first thing to do is fall in love with your work.”  ~ Sister Mary Lauretta

cultivating readers and writerssWe’ve all heard adages about having passion for our work, haven’t we?  Author Joseph Campbell has written a lot about following our bliss. Some people take issue with his teachings but, it does give us fulfilling feelings when we become absorbed in the things we love to do. If you are interested in learning more about  the life and writings of Joseph Campbell, please follow this link.

Today I am feeling so very grateful because I love what I do, and do what I love – consult with independent publishers about selling and marketing their publications over the internet. It affords me the opportunity to delve into the desires of both readers and writers to learn what sells books and what makes for fascinating stories.

Writers, in general, are an interesting group of people. Learning how authors draw from their careers, experiences and their imaginations to create fulfilling tales to share with others, is always insightful. Some authors tell tales that are true to life, others have made up characters, settings and plots, all contrived through the power of their own creativity.

Last week I took an inside look at a book club. I was a casual observer and purposely did not enter into the conversation. I only listened. What factors, I wanted to know, have the greatest influence on the way a reader perceives a story and forms their opinions. Is it the age of the reader or some other individual perspective, or experience that determines whether a reader likes a book or not? Does geographical location change the dynamics of how a book club runs its meetings and critique sessions?

Do return tomorrow as I share my findings as an observer of a book club group. This blog brought to you by

Independent Spirit of Spring

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Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.” – Victor Hugo 

My reserves of inspiration are nearly empty. It happens this time of year. By March, I feel completely hemmed in and surrounded by white. The paper, The Steamboat Pilot, states “we have received over 272 inches of snow this season.” Winter is not over yet, the vernal equinox hasn’t even arrived. All I have to do is look out the window and see the snow banks. There they are, piled high, shouting out “we promise, we are doing all we can to delete your memories of a world with color.” 

 To add insult to injury, my mother e-mailed me this morning to say that she and my sister are going to the Philadelphia Flower Show on Thursday. “Great,” I think. “Wish I could join you, every color in the spectrum will be represented. Perhaps, next year?” But, here I sit, trying to fill in this blank paper with color. The field of ideas is looking as vacant as the landscape. 

I can’t fight Mother Nature. She will go about her way, with her independent spirit and bring us spring whenever she feels good and ready.  So, rather than stay stuck on this blog writing that is shallow in creativity, as soon as the thermometer rises above 10 degrees, I’m going for my daily walk. I’ll enjoy the sapphire blue sky that has brought exquisite color to these mountainous, barren lands that are devoid of the sight of morning glories, the scent of the New Dawn roses and birdsong heralding in warmer weather.

yellow_crocus_flowers_in_the_snow_1600x1279I’ll walk and remember the tastes of tender, garden-fresh asparagus, fiddle head ferns. I’ll chant  “the days are getting longer and the sun is getting stronger”  and stay focused on knowing “that God always fulfills his promise; spring never fails us.” 

Today as I amble, I’ll check to see if spring is around the corner. I’m hopeful it’s hiding under a stone by the YampaRiver, just waiting to surprise me.

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Protecting against the Elements


“Every day may not be good, but there’s some thing good in every day.”   ~Author Unknown

It was inevitable. After months of watching 320+ inches of snow fall from the sky and fulfill it’s need to coat everything from roads to houses, to mountaintops, to cars, to animals, to trees, to rivers and every other surface within its reach, including me, I have begun to see only what can be described as disparate shades of white. I have forgotten what shades of glorious green, fun-loving fuchsia, perky periwinkle, luscious lemon yellow, outrageous orange and lady-like lavender even look like. Not even a hue of  tawny-tan is in sight. Pitiful! 

Every time I go to my computer and pull up a new Word Document to begin to compose my blog of the day all I see is white, white and more white! What is a blogger to do? All the colors of my life have gone into hiding, my creativity has vanished. There is no hope for beautiful, rhythmic prose for this day. Can’t even think of a single metaphor for how I am feeling. As I start to read what I have written, the alliteration seems to be all wrong.  I could try using a little hyperbole to get me started but I can’t even think what that is. There is not even an oxymoron in sight to help me out.  

All I see is a world devoid of color – just more white. Thirty-five years of living in snow country gets to me, big time, by this time of year. It happens by the end of February, when winter is at war with my psyche. It becomes a real sad state of affairs. It is the only time I wish my life away with thoughts of retiring to tropical climates where all the colors of the rainbow can be seen in beautiful flowers, birds and oceans filled with aquas, ultra-marines, royal blues and indigos to carry me away. 

I can’t let the winter doldrums get me down! I am going to rebel, and take charge of my own situation. Music is said to open up our unconscious mind. There has got to be beautiful images and words of color somewhere back there in the recesses of my mind. Perhaps if I open up my musical first aid kit the images will spring forth and shake me from the winter writing blues. Some swear by Mozart for his arrangement of musical notes, other writers attest to the powers of writing to light jazz. Classical movie scores are always fun or a little boogie-woogie might add some light-heartedness to my day. I’m staying away from country cowboys singing of broken hearts and stolen love, I’ll tell you that right now. That will only make things worse!  

I can take no more white anything! I don’t care that each snowflake has it’s own unique shape, one more beautiful than the next! March is just around the corner, so I’ll gladly accept no more snow! And no more white Word Document pages and no more white sound! I’ve got to keep telling myself that all things vanilla will pass – they always do.

Whew – I feel better. That took a lot of effort – for someone who didn’t have a thing to say this day – somehow, 536 words spewed forth.

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