October 2009

Author’s Note: Second part in my rough draft of chapter two for Mildly Creative: 7 Ways to Lead a Life of Quiet Inspiration

The Fine Art of Catching Fireflies

During the summers when I was a boy, I spent many hours catching fireflies, luminescent little beetles that flittered about in the night air. Some evenings, with their wings a blur and their bodies aglow, the fireflies converted my backyard into a miniature light show.

To capture them, I used a very sophisticated device. It was called a mason jar. Once equipped, I’d run out the door and into the yard to track the flashing insects. They seemed to be everywhere, and yet zeroing in on any one of them could be a challenge.

If I spotted one glowing, I’d move in its direction, and then, just like that, it would go dim and I’d lose it in the darkness.

The trick was to be patient. If I waited long enough, it would glow again. With each passing flash, I drew closer and closer until the thing suddenly lit up right in front of my nose. Then, with the palm of my hand, I’d guide the tiny thing into the mouth of the jar.

Now, with the firefly in the jar, I could take a closer look. I could take it inside, examine it under the light, and peer at it through a magnifying glass. I could see that it had six legs, two large eyes, two antennae, two pairs of wings, and that its light source was in its abdomen. I could begin to understand it.

Catching Your Thoughts

Your thoughts are a lot like fireflies. They are many and they flitter about, they glow and go dim, and to get a closer look at them and begin to understand them, you have to catch them and bring them into the light.

And here’s the good news. To do this, you really don’t need anything more sophisticated than my trusty, old mason jar. In fact, a mason jar can be a good place to store your ideas, but I’ll get to that later. For now, all you really need is a notebook and an ink pen or pencil or whatever you wish (Crayons work too).

Your notebook doesn’t have to be fancy. My mason jar wasn’t made of special glass. It didn’t have to be clean or pretty. A dirty, ugly mason jar would have worked just as well. So why not get yourself a dirty, ugly notebook?

Don’t Get Too Fancy

You could buy a fancy journal with textured paper and a leather binding, but you might be reluctant to write in it. Fancy journals are so pretty when they’re blank.

But dirty, ugly notebooks are hard to mess up. You can scribble in them, draw in them, paste things in them, and write horrible, no good things in them. Nothing you put in them has to be profound or eloquent or even make sense, which means they’re just about perfect for collecting your thoughts.

Thoughts are Messy

Thoughts are not always pretty things. They’re often messy, misshapen and disjointed, vague and nonsensical. Waiting for them to fully develop could be an exercise in lost time. You have to jot down what’s there, even it seems silly or strange (or dirty or ugly).

Sometimes my thoughts are merely phrases. Sometimes they’re just words. Sometimes they’re circles or spirals or some other shape I can’t stop drawing. I don’t judge them. I just collect them. You should do the same.

Catch What You Can

But before I make you think you should get obsessive about this, don’t. You can’t catch them all at once. Don’t even try. You’ll make yourself sick. Catch the ones that catch your eye. Zero in on the ones that grab your attention. Follow the glow. Move in slowly. Guide them into your jar with the palm of your hand. Then take them inside to get a closer look.

Take a Good Look

The point here is to capture your thoughts on a page and examine them. You want to develop your ideas, question your beliefs, challenge your negative notions, and come up with new and better things to replace them with. And sometimes it’s dirty, ugly work. A dirty, ugly notebook can do the trick.

Set Them Free if You Choose

Also, whether or not you hang onto them is up to you. You’ve probably never heard that before. Almost every book I’ve ever read on keeping journals talks about hanging onto them. That’s why they call it keeping a journal, I suppose. But I have a confession. I almost never do.

I hang onto the things I want to hang onto, but I’m not much for clutter, so every now and then I rip the pages out or send an entire notebook to the recycling bin. I’ve gotten what I wanted out of them and I’m moving on. After all, I always eventually set those fireflies free. You can do the same if you like.

If You Need Things to Be Neat and Pretty, Buy Two Notebooks

If you find that you simply must have a pretty notebook, one that’s neat and filled with lovely thoughts and decorative ideas, then buy one of those too. Consider it an anthology of your thoughts’ greatest hits.

But please, please, please get yourself a dirty, ugly notebook too.

We’re about to get messy.

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Thoughts come into your head.

Some of them are fleeting. They pop in, take a look around, then head for the exit without being detected.

Others get your attention when they arrive. They smile and wave at you, or they frown and wag a finger at you. Then, when the time is right (or wrong), they also move on.

Some pay repeat visits, always seeming to show up when there’s a special occasion or when you’re facing a challenge. They might even time their appearances to coincide with the arrival of a familiar song or phrase or smell.

Then there are those that decide to move in. For whatever reason, good or bad, they seem to like it inside your head. They settle in and spend their days roaming about their new home. They pace the floor. They walk in circles. They tap you on the shoulder and remind you they’re there.

They come in all shapes and sizes, these thoughts. Ideas. Beliefs. Desires and fears. Questions and answers. Some of them move quickly; others seem to crawl. Some are fully formed; others are incomplete and fragmented.

It’s One Big Thought Party in There

And they all keep running into one another. They mix and they mingle. They swirl and collide. Without your help, things can get a tad chaotic. It’s your job to sort things out.

And You’re the Host

You’re the one who must decide what to do with these visitors. After all, it’s your head. You get to decide which ones you’ll ask back and which ones you’ll politely ask to leave. You can even decide to look for new thoughts to invite over.

Also, if this little get together is going to actually get anywhere, it’s up to you to set the agenda. As the host, you decide the theme. You get to pick the music, decide what games to play, select what topics to discuss.

Last but not least, you’re a matchmaker and a mediator. You can bring two thoughts together and see how things go, or, if two thoughts aren’t getting along so well, you may have to help temper a resolution.

Collect Your Thoughts and Do Something With Them

In short, you’re in charge. To really take charge, however, you need to learn more about your thoughts. That’s hard to do when they’re moving about, coming and going. You need a means to collect them.

Collecting your thoughts is the second way to lead a life of quiet inspiration. It enables you to take hold of the things that go bump in your head, to examine them, sift through them, sort them out, and eventually use them in creative ways. Here, in this chapter, we’ll be looking at some of the many ways you can do that.

Who knows? You might discover you have some real collectors’ items lying between your ears.

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You’re plagued by a demon, and his name is Perfection.

All day long, he walks beside you, poking you with his crooked, little pitchfork while screaming “It’s crap!”

The flames of doubt surround you, the cries of second guesses haunt you, and a creepy chorus keeps chanting that you’re in over your head.

Welcome, my friend, to Rough Draft Hell.

Perfection and his band of not-so-merry imps have just one thing in mind: to stop you from reaching the end.

They want you to turn back, to give up, or at least to spend the rest of your days needling over that one small piece, perpetually perfecting in circles.

These dirty, little devils know precisely what’s at stake and exactly what it’s worth. They know, even if you don’t , that should you press on and reach the end of Rough Draft Hell, you’ll be given a reward.

“But oh,” Perfection tells you, “It’s really not all that much. Certainly not worth the effort.”

You’re tempted to believe him, because the reward for forging through the flames is the Imperfect Lump of Clay.

“Just look at it,” Perfection hisses, “It’s ugly and misshapen.”

But the Imperfect Lump of Clay is just the thing you’ll need to reach the promised land, the Land of Finished Work. Without it, you’ll have nothing to mold, nothing to work with, and no way to reach your destination.

It’s your job to look Perfection in the eyes, let him know you’re onto him, and forge ahead.

Go ahead and let him follow. In the end, when you receive the Imperfect Lump of Clay, the demon will be transformed. No longer will he plague you. Instead, he’ll befriend and accompany you during the next stage of your journey, the trek along Editing Road.

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