RevGalBlogPals Friday Five

I'm about halfway done with my sermon/speech thing for tomorrow night, which means I'm only halfway panicked. The good news is that I got enough done yesterday that I let myself sneak out to the salon to get my first highlight job in a couple years. Friends, I'm blonde again. And I love being blonde.

Now that the newsletter's done, I have no choice but to apply my nose to the grindstone (otherwise known as the MacBook that is prematurely on the fritz and will have to be taken away to the AppleCare asylum as soon as I print out my manuscript). For my last precious minutes of procrastination, here's today's Friday Five:

1. Would you call yourself "creative"? Why or why not?
I suppose. I think I used to be more creative than I am now. I don't like to do things that I can't do well, and that can be a pretty big hindrance to creativity.

2. Share a creative or artistic pursuit you currently do that you'd like to develop further.
Writing. I haven't done as much non-sermon writing this year; my intentions to do more writing for publication have been thwarted of late.

Also: knitting and photography.

3. Share a creative or artistic pursuit you have never done but would like to try.
Crochet. I have enough yarn, for cryin' out loud.

4. Complete this sentence: "I am in awe of people who can _____________."
Write novels of epic proportions. I'm thinking especially of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Audrey Niffenegger, and Jeffrey Eugenides - each for different reasons.

I am also in awe of people who don't procrastinate. How do you do it? Wait, if you're reading this, you're probably a procrastinator too. So never mind.

5. Share about a person who has encouraged your creativity, who has "called you to your best self." (I'm pretty sure that's from the Gospel of Oprah.)
Maj Ragain, my writing professor/mentor/sage/friend. His spirit is magnanimous and wise, and I can't imagine what my life would be if I hadn't taken his creative writing class at Kent State during my senior year of high school. That decision was a red wheelbarrow, upon which so much depends. I wouldn't have transferred back to Kent, I wouldn't have met Ben, I probably wouldn't have written my way into preaching.

Huh- This post started with an update on my haircolor and ended with an allusion to William Carlos Williams. Blogging is a weird genre, isn't it?

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