Part Two – An Interview With Claire Burge In Which We “Spin”

Maybe one of the most wonderful parts of submitting questions to Claire about her book “Spin, Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree” was experiencing her generosity of spirit.  So generous and so gracious that this interview is in two parts. Yesterday’s portion of our “conversation”, our repartee across the sea may be found here. Follow the link to read Part One.

Who wouldn’t want to know more about the soul of a writer, a creative who tells her readers on page 19 that they will find stories, tips, life lessons, and “a heart”. Ah, she had me at page 19. Well maybe before that.

Here are a few of my favorite lines from Claire:

“Creativity needs to be fascinated in the presence of the things it doesn’t quite understand yet or maybe ever.”

“In tenderness creativity finds a texture.”

“Curiosity and creativity need to meet for tea more regularly.”

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“Creativity needs to become a child again.”

Ah, Claire in her own words.  Do you see now why I wanted to ask questions, to probe deeper and to ask some more “why’s” and “how’s”?

Elizabeth:

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I love pages 150 and 151. This seems like a very helpful and healthy inventory for everyone to take. It seems that a significant part of the book is about being brave and bold, sort of as a sub-plot. Would you agree that being able to push through set-backs, being brave in life is one of the more valuable pieces of the creative puzzle. If so, then this book is even broader than a book on creativity. Is it a book on having a brave spirit? We as readers can extrapolate much from this in our own lives. I would recommend this to anyone, not just one who sees themselves as “creative”. We are all, in fact, aren’t we?

Claire:
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Your question about braveness and boldness really got me very excited. More than anything I wanted this to shine through without being direct about it. The fact that you call it a sub-plot is an honour. Boldness has been the single charachteristic that has taken me very far in life. I get so frustrated with people who speak down on themselves, who makes excuses, who give 1000 reasons why not. Honestly, I sometimes want to shake them and say: “Jump! It’s a hell of a ride (which include a few falls) but your soul will love you for it.”

Elizabeth:

Doubling back on the idea of memory, memoir and remembering, did you recall things from your younger self from pure memory, or from journalling? You may have addressed this in the book, forgive me if you did. Since story is an important part, and recalling is vital, did you rely on memory. Again, I think for all of us, for anyone, taking stock of “watershed” parts of our lives is important. Interesting how some seemingly “small” events or times end up being “big” and “important”. I am thinking of the chapter on ritual and the sound of the cocoa tin. Did accessing the past take a long time in preparing the book? You may end up addressing that in #1 under the book’s genesis.

Claire:

I am a very nostalgic person which made the digging and the recalling a very easy process. I did not struggle at all. I asked my mom a few questions through the process to connect some of the vague dots in my mind but for the most, the memories are very vivid in my brain fibres! I am an only child and my parents deliberately chose not to have a TV in the house when I was growing up. That combination makes for a very powerful memory and imagination developer. I had to invent all day long to keep myself occupied. When they eventually bought a TV when I was eleven, I spent a total of 15 minutes in front of it and then went back outside to play because the two dimensional world it presented me with was terribly boring.

What was difficult in the process of recall was finding my younger self’s voice. I kept reverting back to adult tones and I had to be very conscious to write with the voice of a child, recalling through the life of an adult.

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Where creativity is found: in that beautiful, brilliant space called being. – Claire Burge, page 39 “Spin”

Even revisiting my own questions and Claire’s answers increases my  bold and brave with regard to creativity.  As I prepare to tackle my creative projects, namely a poetry chapbook and “another” sort of book, I feel my courage increase and my timidity wane. Maybe one day I will look back and thank Claire for contributing to my own creative tipping point. Maybe one day I will hold “Spin” in my hand, not as a prescriptive or a “how-to” but as a book of encouragement. A book to help me get to the Nth degree of my own creativity. And for each of you, as well.

Creativity needs the edge. I am up on the bike, flying down the drive, through the air, over the edge and into the mess again, and again, and again. – Claire Burge pages 19 and 20 of “Spin”

Thank you Claire. Thank you for taking us to the edge, encouraging us to be brave, for trusting us with your stories, and above all, for showing us your heart. What a fun and wild ride it has been.

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Claire Burge is the author of “Spin: Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree”. Published by TS Poetry Press,  It is available on Amazon.

Claire’s Bio: Part chaos. Part rocket fuel. I head up the international company Get Organized in Ireland. I take photos of food. I ride a downhill mountain bike. I’m known to bite into life. Straight talking, solution-finding, productivity nerd, and very tech-savvy are some of the terms most widely used to describe me.

Connect with Claire at Claire Burge dot com, Get Organised dot co and find her on twitter @Claireburge

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Taking “Spin” To The Nth Degree – An Interview With Author Claire Burge

I am not a professional interviewer. I am a poet, writer, noticer. And I love stories, people and getting to the soul of a person. To dig deep, to ask questions, and to uncover things that are buried. To mine for more.

So really, as you will see, I am not terribly adept at interviewing authors. But I so love finding the poetic soul of a project.

I first met Claire Burge, or rather I have only met Claire, virtually, through the community  at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her book “Spin: Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree”  was recently published by TS Poetry Press and a group of us are having a delightful time discussing “Spin” in a Tweetspeak Poetry bookclub.

I think that Claire would be more than okay with my beginning this post by saying I have not thought of myself as being creative until very very recently. And I imagine the author of “Spin: Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree” would be thrilled to know that she inspires me, encourages me and challenges me. This is certainly not about me. But I, like many, saw other people, especially family members as the “creatives”. And I lived on the outskirts. Defining myself not as a poet, writer, noticer, as I do today. I was void, by self-definition of anything  creative. Operating out of other parts of my brain and heart but not self-identifying as creative.

You will see in Claire’s own words that it was for someone a bit like me, well maybe a lot like me that she penned this unique book So I am grateful to have her take me and all of us on a journey of exploration into creativity. If you are trying to maximize your own God-given creative potential, if you are hoping to organize your ideas for a dream book into something manageable, or even if you just love people, interesting and passionate people, then pull up a cup of hot cooca, Claire would, and join me.

This really is about Claire, in her own words. And it is really especially about “Spin”. What a joy to sit in my home and have this woman described as “part chaos” allow me to ask her questions. To dig much deeper into her book. And to have her, there in Dublin, respond so graciously. Her answers are so in depth and thought provoking that I simply cannot edit her.Well, I can’t edit myself or anyone very well for that matter. Well maybe my mother’s book which I helped edit. But that’s another story.  I do love stories, detailed, nuanced and intriguing.

Maybe that is why I loved “Spin”. Claire’s words and Brian Dixon’s whimsical and wonderful illustrations make the pages of this book perfect for doodling on, dreaming within and digging into. And send you  out on the other side knowing more about who and what you are as a creative being.

Elizabeth: 

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Claire, I love the way in which you weave your unique life thread of your story, of your journey, throughout this book. It speaks to me particularly well because it is not a prescriptive for creativity, but shows us through the art of story how everything, every part of our lives feeds into the creative “us”. What a beautiful picture you paint throughout. There could be a tendency to see, on the surface, a story,  as seemingly “unrelated” to a book on the creative process. But boy is it lovely how you show us the connectedness of these tender places, chapters, in our lives. How everything is related to who we are as creatives.

Elizabeth:

I am interested in the birth of the book, how the concept came about. It is so unique. Did you start with the concept of memoir? Did you look back on your life and story and see the places and times of your life which imprinted your creative self the most? And then go from there. Can you speak to how the book was “born”. I would love to know more of its genesis. And as a part of that, did you set out to write a blueprint for the creative process, or did it just grow organically out of memoir writing?

Claire:

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The Genesis
The genesis of the book is an interesting question because it speaks to the creative process in and of itself. Now that you have asked the question, I see the genesis of the book happening in three stages spanning many years.

The first started way before I even realised that I would ever write a book on the topic of creativity: I dated a very talented creative. He was musically gifted. He won numerous awards for his drawing, sketching and painting work. He could sculpt like few could. He was an all-rounder creative if you will and it simply emanated from every fibre of his being. I never created around him. I retreated completely into the left hemisphere of my brain and only emerged many years after our break up. I turned to business and figures because that was one area where he was weak. I never realised this at the time but I did many years later when I had to confront my own creative-in-hiding.

I believe we’re all creative. I really do. We sometimes make choices that either nurture or dampen that creative inside of us. This relates to the genesis of the book because the reader I had in mind when I wrote the book was not the accomplished creative who feels that they are at the pinnacle of it all but rather the person who feels inadequate enough to even have a dialogue with that creative inside of them.

I also did four things:

1. I categorised broadly the lessons in my life book that I have been keeping since I was 15. Creativity emerged as a category in which I had penned many lessons.

2. I sent a Facebook message to a number of people who I would deem creative with the following questions:

a. What would make you buy a book on creativity?
b. if you did buy one, what would you like to find inside?

3. I considered why people have called me creative over the years. I recalled conversations and I jotted down at a high level the words that had been used in them.

4. I looked at various self-help books for their structures and then chose a blended approach from all of them that I felt would meet my audience and the material itself.

Now the above is what I would call the conception of the book but it morphed radically as the writing got under way. Brian and I decided to work alongside one another rather than work in two separate phases. So, I would write a few chapters and send them on to him. He would then illustrate and I would give feedback. During conception, the vision had very much been to keep the illustrations as a “support” to the book itself but by chapter 10, I realised that the illustrations were more important than that. For me, Brian and I are very much co-authors rather than illustrator and author.  Without his work, the book becomes rather prescriptive and that is the last thing I want it to be.

You asked about memoir and whether I set out to write a blueprint for creativity: it was never planned as memoir but I realised very early on in the process that I am in no way the go-to expert on creativity and I never intend on being that. I definitely did not want to write the blueprint. I did not want to write a self-help book.  I wanted to share a story with the hopes of uncovering other stories. I want my story to ultimately fade into the background as the reader’s story becomes their compass back to their inner creative.

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Join me here tomorrow for Part Two of my interview with Claire.  I will share with you some more of Claire’s responses to my “digging in” questions, my favorite part of the book, and an excerpt from the pages of “Spin.” I have also written a review on Amazon. Click on the link below to order your  own copy of  “Spin” or to send it as a Christmas gift. And check out my review while you’re there.

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Claire’s book Spin is available here on Amazon

Her websight may be found here at Claire Burge dot com. And follow her on Twitter at @claireburge

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Wheelbarrow Of Words

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You single wheeled cart
She places her art inside of you
A through Z tumble out hard
Carrying all that wells up inside of her

You handle with care the words
She places there, for now
Sacred container of
Words, filled to the brim, spilling over the rim

Z through A jumbled pieces, imperfect
No home in  prose
You hold
Everything that needs a holy  home

You carry pieces of a soul
Spun with tenderness with fragile yarn
Depositing gentle at the feet

Of those
Meant to receive a gift of poetry
Not prose

Line by line the art pulls the thread
Which started in the left ventricle of her heart
Held now frozen on a page
WIthin the walls
Of this word  sanctuary called

Poetry

Penned imperfection, carried with care within a
Wheelbarrow of words
As with all that ‘s meant to fly away
She’ll  pin the Monarch wings and set them free

You may now
Dump out all her poetry
Metaphor  which carries dirt
Your services  no longer needed here

For if she is created in His image
As it says
Co-creator with her God on High
She’ll park the wheelbarrow in the shed
For now

And humbly place the winged words
On the currents of the wind
And wave goodbye to what
Was born inside of her

Grace and peace to you as you travel far or near
My heart, my art, my  poetry

Joining Laura at Playdates At The Wellspring

Learning To Live As A Child

spencer with butterfly on handI sat in the middle of a field of clover yesterday, cold spring wind chilling my bones while my insides were warmed by discovery.
I sat in the middle of a playground yesterday, not as a mother or grandmother, but as a new friend to small children.

And I walked through the backdoor of childhood and saw the world through the portal of wonder. It was as if I were a little Alice for an hour or two. But you don’t get there in the blink or the nod or the snap you might think.

No it is a slower dance than even I thought it would be.

Re-entering the world of little ones. You walk gently into sacred territory with respect and eyes wide open to wonder.

And it looks like  preparing for a make believe wedding with clover bridesmaids bouquets. And it smells like dirt balls thrown high to the sky. They are snow or dirt or sand. You speak it and they are changed.It feels like ice-cold metal chain. You hold the chain while you push the swing and if its March and Spring is late, the metal is cold as blocks of ice on your trembling flesh.

When I pulled the white down comforter up over my memories of the day and tucked myself into bed I remembered. I remembered what I learned from being a child, the stirring of emotions my backdoor entrance into childhood kept me awake. I longed to hold on to the day that I knew could not be repeated. Not one of them can.
I can still smell the clover, sweet and fresh. I lifted the flower to my noise over and over this day trying to recall if I remembered this fragrance.

But it smelled new to me. As so much of the day felt new. How had I forgotten the smell of clover or had I never recorded it in my youth.

Had I let my self grow so far away from the mystery and wonder of seeing the world as an Alice?

I asked my new friend who is five or so to see if she could find a four leaf clover. And then I waited for her return. Sweet excitement in her face, she brought back a hand filled with new discovery. That a four leaf clover can be a three leaf clover plus one borrowed leaf from another. That life can be viewed and seen in so many different ways. We limit ourselves as adults. I looked down at the three leaf clover plus the ripped piece from another, sacrificed to total four. Amazed by her creativity, I long to see the world with saucer-shaped eyes. To see it slant in all its mysteries.

At her invitation into child’s play, I entered into a game of hide and seek and found so much more than my friend hiding behind a tree trunk. I re-discovered play and release of the bondage of adult sensibilities, if just for a few minutes. Life is full through the eyes of a child. We watched dogs race and return a thrown ball to their human. And we found squirrels’ nests nestled in the bare tree limbs. And in these frozen moments on a cold spring day, I stared at a squirrel scratch an itch behind his ear. And helped my friend see two messy nests. Where have I been looking if not up. How have I missed so much.

And in throwing a baseball back and forth with her three year little brother, I observed meekness, gentleness, and forgiveness when the ball hit hard on her back. I learned in an afternoon in the park what I needed to tuck into my soul for a refresher course. I needed remediation on play.

I needed to count and run and watch a made up disco dance. And say good job. My soul was hungry for looking at art drawn in the sand with a stick. My soul needed  to watch a paper plate soar as a frisbee on a windy day. My imagination lay dormant more than I knew. Until it was cracked open a bit at the hand of a wildly creative girl and her brother.

Discovery came through the eyes of a child, on a cold day, in a park in Charleston. When the world of an adult was frozen, thankfully in time. And a dormant imagination began to  wake up to the new world that waits all around.

I was Alice for a day because of  friendship and a playdate. One boy and one girl helped me see the world through the eyes of a child. And I am learning to live as a child again.

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Joining Jen and Heather.

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