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Sunday, Not According to Plan

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Sunday morning, I was going to church. I showered, dressed, loaded the Explorer, got in, turned the key and nothing happened. Therefore, I stayed home. This was not my plan. We make plans, life intervenes, it has ever been so. I did a little writing in journals, so I shall share it with you.

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Make sure you share yourself generously with those you love and assure them of your affection and love. Life is a mystery, it comes sudden, and it departs without permission. The most important gift we are given is the honor of sharing our dear ones’ life. No promises we make, nothing we plan, no conditions or happiness are guaranteed. Live, live abundantly, unselfishly, trusting, caring, sharing, and loving with all you are, because this second is all you can be confident you own.

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You may be able to break faith with your creative impulse, that is not a luxury I am privy to. Only God has more of a claim to me than does creativity, especially writing.  Because it makes demands know in my daily relationship with my mind, and the Spirit is more gentle, the compulsion to make the words known is often very strong. If you can tame your intellect, bravo to you. Mine has me in a vise grip.

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The Samsung cell phone and I are often at war. I am always trying to maximize it for my use. What is most disconcerting is when it disappears my apps or adds some I was not asked did I want. We are at a ceasefire at present. I made major changes.

Lots of people complain about rain, but I love rain. It means there will be water in the reservoirs, to nurture flowers, trees, and crops, and it washes the air so I may breathe easier. Yes, it is messy, and sometimes no fun, but the benefits outweigh the inconveniences.

I think you might use appreciation for others as your prompt and explore what is lost when someone passes from this plane.

A heart fully shared
Is an original gift
Only you can give.

I hope your week is progressing well and to your satisfaction. Even troublesome days have rainbow moments. Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I would love to know your thoughts on this posting. Should you wish to follow the website, there is a button, if not, please come back whenever possible.

As each day passes
Remember you must forgive
To completely live.

No one will remember your Facebook statuses or tweets on Twitter, but if you spend time face to face, you will insert yourself indelibly in their memory.

No broken person
Avoided, forgotten, goes
Without compassion,
Because the shattered can see
Holes in the fabric of time.

Look to God for your joy, and you will be less disappointed than if you depend on your things. May the Lord go with you every day and every way. Blessings to you now and always.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Creative Restart



I had turned the computer off an hour ago. I try to break my big screen time off early because I tend to be very obsessed with computers. They are my favorite creative tool. There was a time I begged for a machine when they first began to be prevalent. I was told I was too stupid to have a computer. So, in 1991, I bought my own. My creative life, as I expected, has never been the same.

I had always made books, now I could typeset a magazine, which I did. I blogged from very early in the craze. I max machines out with my demands. I am trying to ease my use.

Today, I have written a few things. Facebook has ignored them. I find social media can be the enemy of creativity. When there are no reactions, often I feel my work cheapened.


Hole in Reality’s Pocket

You did not ask me
To be your forever, nor
Did I urge you to
Be my yesterday, sometimes
Things fall to pieces while we
Try to hold the whole world in
The tattered ruins of pockets
Made fragile by grubby hands.
Days run away, and we let
Them go, never noticing
We lose a little romance
With every passing minute.
Then one day we wake up
To find our bed empty of
One who set our heart afire
And we pray God brings our joy
Back to us, knowing it is gone
Like a choice meal once enjoyed
But never savored again.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, January 20, 2018


There are holes, a sieve,
Where everything washes out,
I am left, empty.


When life is too hard
Take paper, a pen, write it
Back to rights again.


You know you are procrastinating when you are trancing from thing to thing without satisfaction and the nudge keeps biting you.


The last is my novel. I need to finish it. I find other things to occupy me. The book is emotionally taxing because it deals with things that are hard to verbalize. I avoid it, but I cannot ignore it. It nudges me, takes up mental space like nothing else. I will read to fill the void, but it still screams that I am ignoring what is important.

As a prompt, think of something creative you are avoiding by filling your time with other things which are not as valuable or precious. Write about the creation, then write about ways you can steer yourself to this important project. You may have to give up something less, but if you do not, you will never accomplish your more. I know it is hard, the novel started in November 2013 during NaNoWriMo. I failed at that. I wrote a few pages in 2017, after finding my way around my lost spot. I know what is next, I just hate to sit long enough to capture the words.

I am grateful:

  1.   I now know what is wrong with the outflow of water in the house.
  2.   My copyediting went well and paid a little.
  3.   I have some magnificent tech.
  4.   The power did not go out due to the ice.
  5.   I still enjoy writing with fine pens.
  6.   Hope is still here, the dogs get groomed Monday.
  7.   My contacts are working reasonably well.


It is funny, I feel as if I could write forever tonight, but I need to get to bed if I am to go to church in the morning, which I would like to do.

I want to remind you that you are an extraordinary creative entity. You have the power to move the world and foster change that will reverberate throughout the ages. Trust in your creativity, use your talents, gifts, and abilities, be an inspiration. Life is sometimes hard and what you create could give someone hope to stay the course when they are near abandoning something that could edify humankind.

I appreciate your visit to Haphazard Creative. I hope I have not run anyone away with my faith posts. Faith and creativity go together for me. I see what we create as an outpouring of spirit. If you would like to follow, please click the button, if not, please come back often.

You are dear to me, and I hope you remain in safety and prosperity at all times.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan



One of my friends wrote this statement:

Human beings are the only species that is marching willingly to our own extinction. The cadence to which we march is religion.

My rebuttal follows:

The cadence driving humans to demise is selfishness, jealousy, and disrespect and disregard of the rights and responsibilities each of us has in caring for one another. Love is the lack.

Religion can, I admit become a tool of destruction, but the average practitioner of most belief systems is dedicated to doing good and improving the state of his or her fellow human beings.

We were made for freedom and love. These have been cast away by the majority of the figureheads who lead us toward oblivion.

If the people, the others like us, do not reach out in informed consent and alleviate the suffering of those who are less fortunate or otherwise in need of aid, destruction will by all means arrive. We, each of us, who are willing to act as instruments of change within ourselves and our societies can effect lasting good which has the power to turn the tide of human affairs in a positive direction. I am convinced that a person dedicated to love can light the world, and I stand with those who wish to bring more love to anyone impacted by their lives.

End of rebuttal.

There is for me an element that plays into the discussion above, that some might not find relative. I believe that creativity drives us in our loves, our magnificent obsessions. I think that much of our lives is determined by our imaginations. We are drawn to certain beliefs, people, objects, careers, experiences by our creative impulses. All we love is compelled by creativity. We express it throughout our daily lives in ways which we are scarcely aware.

As children, we begin to fantasize who we will become, this is a creative enterprise, and it continues unabated through all our days. We create what we love and desire through effort and purpose. Creativity, our most personal gift, also drives the love we make and share with others. If one wishes to do good in the world, it is likely an inventive way to share love and care will be created to accomplish the benevolence.

My rebuttal deals with a problematic issue. How does one defend a faith in the storms of opposition raging in our world? Also, how does one reframe the discussion, so it deals with love and being a helper to humanity and reality? Those two questions are your prompt if you choose to explore them. You may be of the group that denies the need for belief, if so, frame an argument presenting your thoughts.

Sunday was quiet here, the snow still blankets the acreage, and so silence persists. I am thankful for a day of peace. I finished a book and began a new one. I am always grateful for writers who entertain and enlighten me. I think later this month I shall share the list of titles I completed this year. I am delighted it has been a good year for great books. See if you might come up with a few things for which you are grateful. Gratitude increases satisfaction in the lives of even those who are most discontent.

I hope you found something that challenged you, or encouraged you, on your visit to Haphazard Creative. There is a follow button should you want to click it, if not please come back again soon.

Love is your life, your purpose, your destiny. Claim it and share it widely. Be safe. Remember you can only become so extraordinary as you believe yourself worthy of being. You may set out to slay the dragon, just to find you face the dragon in the mirror. Make a friend of yourself, and you will better prepare to be friends with others.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Broken pieces, Facebook statuses


The before, the after, the chapters of life. So many times we don’t realize how wonderfully we are blessed in the before until we are living in the after. This is a reason to hope, pray, and be thankful always. The after has a way of ambushing us from out of nowhere, and we cannot know the what or the how it is hiding.


I often fiddle around on Facebook, writing things, hoping to touch, inspire, encourage my friends. There is little to no reaction on these musings, but for some reason, I persist in making them. They are not really long enough to enshrine here, but somehow I feel them essential in a way. The work shows how my mind rambles and cavorts about.

As a prompt, think of how you spend your pearls and how you could better use them to further your body of work. Always know anything you create is worthy of treasure, no matter how large or small your audience may seem or be.

Creatives create, and haphazardly so, sometimes their influence, little they know.

Thank you for spending time in my corner, please come again. By all means and always be careful out there. The world is a complicated place, though we most wish to live pure lives full of love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Lit Anew

This day arose from
The dark negativity
Which tried to destroy
Whatever is left of me,
But I chose dawn’s rising light.

I stood up before,
I am standing once again;
I will not allow
Anything coming against
Me to break my heart’s resolve.

I come from a line
Of fighters and survivors,
We do not give up;
The naysayers may slow us
But like the rivers, we flow.

Anyone who loves,
Who wishes to rise higher,
May join the battle
To reclaim every day
From the forces of despair.

I will be a light,
If I only dimly shine
At least one may not
Stumble into the trouble
Loveless darkness often spreads.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, November 1, 2017

I never do well at challenges, but today starts the 2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, which happens to be the tenth one. You can find it at 2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge. I will see how I do, and you may join in.

Thank you so much for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you will either click the follow button or come again soon. Take care and be safe.

Grace be with you,
Jo Ann

Social media is not social


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