Welcome to CreativeSpider3 – home blog of a creative individual, writer and editor, lover of all things fuzzy and furry, desirer of an American Green Card / VISA, and residency in Hawaii.
The name, in case you’re wondering (and even if you’re not) signifies the following:
Creative = creativity. I’m creative. Period.
Spider = creativity. This multi-legged creature relates to weaving dreams alive in North American spirituality. I’m not Native American, but I do have an affinity for animal totems and shamanism. I believe our animal friends provide messages; we merely have to listen. Okay, some of you non pet owners are rolling your eyes. And “spirituality” may not be your thing. But it is mine.
3 for the Holy Trinity. I may not go to Church often, I may not pray often, and I may sometimes question my path by having interesting discussions with the Big Man upstairs—and sometimes aloud much to my colleagues surprise and/or dismay—but I do believe. 3 for the Three Wise Men. 3 for the three members of the Holy Family. 3 for symbolism, and 3 for the Fates. “Third time’s the charm.” 1-2-3 and away we go. 3 . . . just because.
Every blog should have a purpose, but what if you have a few that you want to showcase like maybe four? Too many? It’s the premiere of my blog and I’m still debating the prime purpose/focus. Yes, I could opt for four different blogs. Great idea, if you’re not holding down a full-time job, working on making your “real” [future] job a reality, and keeping up with all the daily and weekly tasks that need doing. Even 10 cups of caffeine a day ain’t gonna do it.
I’m a writer and editor; I guess you can throw in reviser, too. Have been paid for some things; have not been paid (read “ripped off”) for others. You know who you are JB and JRP. I feel a gleeful grin coming on. Ah, the possibilities are endless. Maybe full names are just around the corner . . . <tee hee>.
I’ve got several fiction manuscripts under my belt, some good, some less good. You would see my progression if you were to read them. Have I submitted them? Of course. Received some good feedback. Received generic thanks-but-no-thanks responses. If you’re an aspiring writer, you’ve been there.
It’s tough to be a unpublished fiction writer or unsold script writer out, trying to make a sale, attempting to find an agent and/or publisher. Part of it, I honestly believe, is a question of being in the right place at the right time. Talent helps, but I’m not so sure it’s that important. Having Uncle Sal working in the publishing biz doesn’t hurt, either.
Maybe this is what the first and prime purpose of this blog should be: to showcase my writing. But you don’t know me from Adam, or Eve as the case may be. Who’d want to visit my blog and read my fiction if I don’t [yet] have a name?
I’ve also written and edited film and TV scripts. None have sold [yet]. The optimum word: yet. Could be a short yet. Could be a long one. Long as it doesn’t become a never yet.
I’m sure there are more blogs and sites related to writing than a mile is long, so would another one dedicated to same be of any worth? There’s only one way to find out.
Which takes me back to my #1 purpose.
Blog Writing & Posting
Fact: I have to be dedicated to writing and posting my stuff regularly. As such, I should let you determine if I have talent. In fact, it might be worthwhile, if not fun, to have you comment on my work, as well as have you contribute.
I could post my first manuscript, one I don’t believe I’ll ever push again. (I send out queries for a while, but get tired of the rejections, which I shouldn’t, I know. Any committed artist would say: perservere! And they’re absolutely right.)
Then there’s the question of how regularly am I going to write and/or post my work. Daily would be ideal, but not realistic, not when you’re off working in a huge corporate [stifling] environment that you don’t want to be in, but that’s another story and one many of us can relate to.
Loving Things Furry & Fuzzy
I love animals and have no tolerance for abuse. I can’t fathom how people could be so cruel, so unthinking. It boggles the mind.
Countless stories over many years have stayed with me, weighed on my shoulders like the world did and still does on those of Atlas. It crushes me, hurts me, so much that I can’t even bear to volunteer to work for an animal shelter; it would be too painful to hear of all the tales of terror. A coward’s stance perhaps.
In these later years, I want to rectify this. Don’t know that the pain would be any less—and maybe that’s a good thing in itself—but I can’t stand by and watch and do nothing. But how to handle it. Post a story on a regular basis? I’d love to—with the perpetrator’s name and a photo. And an X on the forehead. I’d love for everyone to view the vile creature who could be so wretched and shameless. And I’d love for that person to pay some price, maybe similar treatment in kind. But it’s not for me to bear sentence. It’s for the Law to do, if only it were more stringent.
I have to think on that some more.
Becoming American & Living in Hawaii
I’m a Canadian. I want to be an American. Can one dedicate a blog to that? Probably. Don’t know how interesting that would be for many, but never say never (a favorite expression of mine). I’ve always wanted to live in the land of the red-white-and-blue. My parents were pro-American and they instilled that passion in me. Why did they never move there? They investigated it, but things don’t always fall easily into place or happen as you like. It wasn’t meant to be for them. But it has to be for me!
Countless Canadians will be appalled reading this. I’ve met many who are anti-American. Seems terribly biased to me, and just fans the flames of hatred and prejudice already out there, but to each his or her own. Condemning others for perceived flaws yet never looking at one’s own is narrow-minded. But I’m stating the obvious.
Americans are proud people. They honor their flag and love their country, and are ready to stand up and die for it. That’s an admirable strength of conviction.
Why haven’t I moved down to the U.S.? I’d be down there yesterday if a Green Card or VISA were easily accessible. But I’m not a rocket scientist or neuro-surgeon, and that limits my chances of acquiring either. Do I have amazing talents that an American company would want and would sponsor? Between you and me, I am pretty outstanding as a person and I do believe I’ve got what it takes as a writer and editor. I’m a committed worker and I give everything my all. Hey, someone’s gotta thump her own chest and if I don’t, who will?
Yes, there’s the marriage route, but I don’t want to marry someone to get a Green Card or become an American. That’s just wrong. Worth considering. But so wrong.
Maybe we can exchange thoughts and ideas on how my becoming American is doable. I’m open for discussion and suggestion.
And on the becoming American note . . . I want to live in Hawaii. It’s not that I’ve endured too many Canadian winters (I’ve lived with the white stuff long enough to go with the frigid flow), but it’s that I feel I belong there. Haven’t you ever traveled somewhere, possibly a place you’ve never been to before, and in the first few minutes had a very distinct, maybe eerie feeling that you were meant to be there, that it was home?
Okay, technically, I’m an outsider and I’m not [yet] American. The optimum word again: yet. Gotta embrace it. It implies “eventuality”, “at a future time”. All is not lost, nor will it ever be.
I love the Hawaiian people, the Polynesian culture, the history. Enough said. For now.
I’m a late bloomer. Man, I’m so late I missed the bus 10 times. Better late than never, they say. But I’ve finally arrived and I’m rarin’ to go! Because I believe.
Believe in yourself and never have doubts (they’re killers). We all have what it takes to make desires become reality. We need to keep the faith. It’s doable. It can happen. Achieving dreams happens every day. As the bat suggests in Native American spirituality: the power is you - face the darkness that may face you and you will find the light in rebirth.
So, all that to say . . . Creative Spider welcomes you.