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When it was finished to my surprise I had another idea for a poem. In my relaxed state of cutting paper, arranging colors, words and pictures I let go of my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When facing a creative block or feeling stressed about your writing the urge to flee or do nothing (resistance) can be overwhelming. Sometimes a walk around the block is enough to get me to the next level. But when it doesn't work I discovered last semester that working with paper, scissors and glue reduces my stress and provides another creative outlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need magazines, scrap paper, scissors, glue, a small block of time, and an open mind. This collage is for you, don't think too much about how it compares to another artist's work. It can simply be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Go through magazines and pull or cut out images you like, don't think too much about this,pick colors, pictures, words that speak to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Randomly place pictures, words, scrap paper, into a pattern that pleases you. Some beginning collage artists suggest looking at magazine ads for layout ideas, but this can also be intimidating. Don't glue anything yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Leave the collage unglued for a couple of hours or even a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When you come back glue the images in place. You might find a new layout looks even better after an incubation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Set the timer for thirty minutes and write about your collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;The Writing Nag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collageart.org/"&gt;Learn More About The Art of Collage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn More About Resistance and Creative Blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=countarugu-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0446691437&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~4/410292422" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~3/410292422/cake-of-portable-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writing Nag)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://writingnag.blogspot.com/2008/10/cake-of-portable-soup.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355642200496306279.post-2618684217803174504</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T08:00:24.013-07:00</atom:updated><title>31 Reasons I Love October-Day 3</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0ZABZIq-yE/SOYnMr6-0cI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lQ1Ydfg8KoQ/s1600-h/Scabiosa+bud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0ZABZIq-yE/SOYnMr6-0cI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lQ1Ydfg8KoQ/s400/Scabiosa+bud.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929114276286914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0ZABZIq-yE/SOYnMhume5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/XmcgoF0uNS8/s1600-h/Scabiosa+bloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0ZABZIq-yE/SOYnMhume5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/XmcgoF0uNS8/s400/Scabiosa+bloom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929111540005778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late blooming flowers extend the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought&lt;br /&gt;and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as&lt;br /&gt;from August to November."&lt;br /&gt;-   Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~4/408303111" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~3/408303111/excavating-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writing Nag)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://writingnag.blogspot.com/2008/10/excavating-memories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355642200496306279.post-7345804356863321699</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T06:41:09.537-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Home</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“We should come home from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day with new experience and character”&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing as wonderful as coming home...my garden has exploded with cosmos, mums, dahlias and scabiosa not ready to turn in for the fall.Pumpkins and gourds are ready to be picked and October is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;My study plan this semester will be challenging but very exciting, I will be working on some collaborative work, journaling, collage and new forms of poetry. I am also going to be researching the link between depression and the creative person. Lots of work to be done. &lt;br /&gt;Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;The Writing Nag&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~4/407292166" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingNag/~3/407292166/coming-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writing Nag)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://writingnag.blogspot.com/2008/09/coming-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355642200496306279.post-7430449220402320328</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T12:08:07.964-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where Do You Want to Go?</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Zest. Gusto. How rarely one hears these words used. How rarely do we see people living, or for that matter, creating by them. Yet if I were asked to name the most important items in a writer’s make-up, the things that shape his material and rush him along the road to where he wants to go, I could only warn him to look to his zest, see to his gusto.&lt;br /&gt;Ray Bradbury &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here, spending most moments reading, writing, thinking about writing and the writing life is heady. The students and advisers here are amazingly talented, dedicated poets, writers and artists. And it's easy to get intimidated...But I know when I go home that "real life" will interfere with the excitement of studying writing and poetry. As Ray Bradbury says it's that real life stuff that shapes you as a writer, can you still be excited by writing if you work an office job? or work in a supermarket, or a restaurant? Keeping the excitement going can be challenging when real life steps in. Do you take time to research new writers and artists? Go to  art exhibits, book signings, workshops? Julia Cameron writes about artists' dates to keep you in the moment...have you had an artists' date recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;The Writing Nag&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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