Monthly Archives: October 2017

Just a something, somewhat

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The way Justine felt, she had bought time from the Reaper by giving up speed. So, now she was determined to live a bit dangerously. She sat in a booth near the bar watching comers and goers.

The man who just came in had on a respectable pair of navy trousers, a white dress shirt, a tie he had only barely chosen to retain, and shoes too highly polished for the average office worker. His almost invisible crew cut gave him away, he was either once military or an officer of the law. Not what she had in mind, plus he sported a conspicuous gold band on his wedding finger.

She had some respect, restraint, married men were out of bounds; if she knew at least. She thought were there no markers and she only learned later, probably the man was already on the market as used and it was not her fault if she enacted a repossession.

She liked to steer clear of the previously encumbered because for her purposes it was best to avoid garnished wages and the poor chaps who were saddled with alimony.

Outside the window, to her left, a limousine pulled up, and a handsomely uniformed chauffeur bolted around the vehicle to open the rear passenger door. Justine inhaled sharply and retained the breath.

This could be someone worth working for a while. Luck had been negligible for some time, but all one ever needed was a good break until at least it was time for the next one.

She glanced at her phone, noting it was still the early side of the evening. Yes, prospects were fortunate.

She ran a hand through her newly ebon hair, tossing a streamer away from her carefully painted face. She crafted the version of herself waiting in this exclusive bar especially to captivate a man who could meet her present and, hopefully, future needs.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I have an unfortunate habit of doing decent beginnings of stories and then leaving them in an unfinished state. This one has been languishing in my notebook most of the month. I thought I would bring it to light and see if anyone thought it was worth continuing. The truth of this one is that I have ideas of tying it with a well-remembered tale I started in the nineties. The chances are that is just wishful thinking. So here you have something, somewhat devious, unlike my usual fare.

As a prompt, go out of your usual writing character and begin something like nothing before.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I appreciate you taking time to read my missive. You may use the follow button, or come back as you wish. In your wanderings and wonderings, take care and by all means be safe.

With gratitude always,
Jo Ann

Two Poems, Two Pictures

1 Hope's Portrait

And Ago

The house at the edge
Of the world is empty now,
But once it held love;
It was a place of mirrors
Constructed of other’s eyes,
Wide open, truth-telling, real,
Unlike glass speaking vain lies.

All were happy there
Loneliness was destroyed
By companionship,
But no structure, human-made,
Can prevent time’s erosion
Working to comport bodies
Ever, always, toward death.

So now the shadow,
Ghoulish, unburied, dim blight
Lies uneasily
Over the house at the edge
Of yesterday, tomorrow,
And we must glean from today
Enough love to inspire life.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, October 20, 2017

 

2 Time Out

Is It Enough?

It is easy to
Get along if you play
To the popular crowd,
But if you are creative,
Original, one of your kind,
You may find yourself living
A separate, distinct,
Isolated existence
On society’s edges,
Where you may just discover
Those who love you are enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, October 24, 2017

I hesitated to bring only poems and pictures here. I wanted to do something inspiring, but coming up with articles is not always natural for me. More than anything I am a poet. So excuse me.

As a prompt try to capture an overwhelming feeling in something you create, whatever that may be.

I am so glad you took the time to visit Haphazard Creative, and I hope you will either click the follow button or come back again. I will try to be more productive and share more often. Have a great one and do take care out there.

As ever grateful,
Jo Ann

Social media is not social

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Alright, you read that, and you think I am some strange bird going against the culture, but give me a chance. This involves your life as a creative.

Though it began earlier, the internet, as we know it, came into being as the World Wide Web in the early nineties, I was there. I had AOL, Compuserve, and MSN which gave the WYSIWYG interface. Those services were not free, they were subscription services at least for full functionality. A variety of browsers developed, and content grew on the internet outside the services. A lot of that material was free, but you were at least paying your internet service/telephone company or cable provider to get on the web.

Many sites put up paywalls, and there were fees to get in. Pop-ups became a hassle, trying to get you to buy stuff. Growth continued, giants sprang up almost out of nowhere, and they dominated the web. Cellphones became ubiquitous so that everyone had a computer in their hand or pocket everywhere they went. The cost to get on the internet from the telecoms went up and up, but we, the consumers paid because we wanted to be connected. Social media had become an integral part of our lives.

All of it, from the beginning, has been a way to get consumers to spend more. If they can catch us, while we sit at home in pajamas, and convince us to buy any of a billion products there, they have us and our dollars. Or maybe we are in a physical store, and we see something we like, we look it up on that mini-computer we have with us at all times, find a better price and order it right there in the store, where by buying we would have helped someone we interacted with in real life. The services, subscriptions, providers all are money driven. The internet is not free, it is what is driving businesses in the real world to fail.

Then we have social media; the blogs, Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Instagram, LinkIn, and others. One, they are collecting and aggregating our information. Two, they are targeting us with fees and advertising insistently. Yes, we communicate, but we are always bombarded with the ask for our money.

The sad thing is that we are more and more becoming driven by devices and growing less active in life with humans outside a screen. We hardly even make phone calls anymore, we text, we message, impersonal and limited interaction. Conversation, face to face, is becoming a lost art.

I have attempted to build a platform to build a reputation as a writer, artist, creative, but it is getting unsustainable with no income from the endeavors and a constant call to spend more. I create because I have to, not to pay someone else for the privilege. We, creatives need to find a way to change the dynamic. We give freely, they should pay us for the hosting. Never happen, but anyway.

This is why I say it is not social, social media is all about money, our money, we have fed this monster until it has almost consumed us and our lives.

As a prompt, create something, writing, art, photograph, that defies the boundaries of the internet. However, you probably want to share it on the web, because how else would anyone see it, we are bound to the internet, obedient slaves.

I hope you enjoyed your time here. I cannot say I do not love the internet, it just worries me. I hope you will either come back or click the follow button. Your thoughts are always welcome in the comments. Wherever you are, take care and be safe.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

The secret of sales

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The title may not sound like it involves creativity, but as I stated elsewhere, creativity is a part of all we do. Also, I am going to relate it to your creative products so please continue.

This is not from a book, though I read many books, this is out of my head and my experience, as is everything I post here.

If you have created something, you put your heart and soul into, make sure you value it. Look at it, touch it, get to know it, not just as the creator, but someone who appreciates it as something beautiful, something of worth. Fall in love with that thing, but not so much you cannot part with it if you are selling it.

Present it in the very best way possible, let your love for the object guide you, or if it is writing, do what you can to accent the text in ways that will make a person want it. With a textual description make it as inviting as if you were there talking to the buyer. If you are selling, your love and enthusiasm are what will invite someone to take it. They will want your experience, your feelings, your passion.

If you are selling person to person, it is also essential that you take time to make yourself most presentable, because as much as you are selling love for the object, you are making an impression as someone to score it from. The more they value you, the more they will be willing to pay.

Then there is the person to whom you are potentially selling, you must at that time make them the most important person in your world. You have to love them, not like romantically, just love that flows out positively.

If you are not personally involved with the object and the person it will come across that this is just another thing and they are just a stranger you have to talk to today.

I could go on with this, but this should prime your brain. Sales are not hard, you just have to involve your heart in the game.

For a prompt describe something you have created with enough love that someone would go out of their way to buy it from you.

I hope you have enjoyed your visit here. I certainly appreciate you reading. There is a follow button, or you may come back. Sorry, I have been a while getting up a post, sometimes life intervenes. Take care and be safe.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan