About Deborah Drake - Authentic Writing Provokes

Deborah Drake is on a Creative Writing Mission (be you writing for business or otherwise) : To get you to love doing your own writing and express yourself confidently and with authenticity and whole heart. Writing in this age of "the world being your oyster," what will it take for you to chase out "for good" the disbelief that you can't write as yourself and for yourself and attract GREAT readers and clients? Consider this writing coach like an assignment a la Peace Corps...she will teach you how to not only plant that garden and harvest the yield, but craft your own recipes in a cookbook you can then self-publish and market boldly with enthusiasm that lights up a room. Writing is good for the soul, good for business and therapeutic and to be able to authentically self-express who we are, what we do and what we care about in this age is PARAMOUNT. Can you?

Shall We Dance. Into Summer and Eighth Grade we will go.

The School Year is about to come to an end for many. And for my own daughter, I am happy to know she had a fine year. She would say that overall it was a great 6th grade year. And oh how she grew and changed and learned things about herself.

Funny thing, is I don’t remember 6th grade much. I’m sure I was a good student. I have always been at the very least a successful student with grades. And I believe I had at least one friend…(says the me that loves building community.)

She made herself a “wordle” to express how she sees herself and I think it is AWESOME!:

Check it out! Shall We Dance

Gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude.

Nearly two and a half years ago a band of six gathered for tea and conversations weekly.

July 2011 this community blog was born and now literally hundreds of posts live here to be read and responded to.

We need a new gathering place. I know this. I get it.

I have found the venue that speaks to me like the Tea House did.

Plans to reconvene are being formulated and I ask for your patience a while longer.

To blog is a beautiful thing. This community site will come back to life again when we resume meeting. I feel that in my heart.

Today on this holiday of gratitude and gathering, may you know that I too miss Tuesdays with all of you.

And a new era of gathering will begin and perhaps again on Tuesday OR dare we meet another day? Wacky Wednesday perhaps?

Deborah :)

 

Dear Writers, Who Needs Community (Again)?

As a writer, I need solitude but I also need community and occasionally a break from a pattern and rhythm to let my creative field go fallow that it might be a good field to grow stories in again.

Do you need community like I need community?

The Tuesday meeting of the minds and hearts of this Community Blog has been on sabbatical for a month now (basically) and I find myself missing the gathering. Losing our venue and knowing that was to be the case, temporarily took the wind out of my leading/writing/creating sails. I appreciate the people who have reached out to ask, Hey, what is the new plan and when do we start?”

As was the case in the film, A Field of Dreams, first the field was conceived of, and when that field was built, the players came to play. “Build it and they will come.”

When I started the Writer’s Support Group for Reticent Bloggers in March 2010 after two weeks of promoting it as a great way to have a long late lunch, I had no idea that over 150 people would attend some number of Tuesdays, weekly, monthly, annually. I had no idea how many would be inspired to take up writing for their business and personal aspirations. I wanted to create an open, honest, and energizing forum for discussion. Oddly, we would do little writing at group, but the amount of writing that got done after and between Tuesdays, increased over time and especially when we created a space for us to all share.

Today this is our 831st post to this Community Blog.

Your Prolific Writing and mostly Fearless Leader here has been recharging her batteries and is nearly recovered from losing the glorious venue of the Tea House as we did for the past 2.5 years. Our group must change in some way. We must change venue and it feels time to change even the very structure of the group to honor the shift and the growth

Blogs were born.

Books were written and published.

This Community Space was created to be our Wall and boy how it has been used!

Who is interested in resuming next week? What kind of commitment are you willing to make to coming and funding the venue? $10 agreeable per drop-in or $25 a month paid in advance through paypal? This will simplify my reserving the room on a regular basis for us.

Jitters offers a conference room for use that we must rent and is suitable.

Please RSVP to deb@deborahdrake.com your comments, commitment, wishes and intentions!

With a critical mass of +5 we can begin again.

Blessings.

A VERY Special Writers Support Group for the Reticent Blogger (aka Writer)

Apparently, according to Biznik over 1000 attended events in  2011~

http://blog.biznik.com/2012/01/23/2012-biznik-events-highlight/comment-page-1/#comment-218727

Interesting that the top attendees of events are names we know and love…who now blog well and learned from the best…Each Other!

Douglas Snider 96 events attended
Mark Behringer 61 events attended
Darylene Dennon 57 events attended
Susan Straub-Martin 50 events attended
Don Burrows 49 events attended
David Berkey 48 events attended
Paul Zohav 44 events attended
Sue Hawkins 39 events attended
John C Erdman 39 events attended
Randal DeHart, PMP, QPA 37 events attended
Ben Resnick 36 events attended
Bob Rash 36 events attended
Aleta Mekvold 36 events attended
Karin Quirk 34 events attended
Diane Kern 34 events attended

RSVP here if you are a Bizniker please: http://biznik.com/members/deborah-drake/events/a-special-writers-support-group-for-reticent-bloggers-aka-writers

We celebrate the end of one era and the beginning of the next.

(March 30 2010 – August 14 2012)

Have you come to a Writer’s Support Group as a Reticent Writer and EXPERIENCED a shift in how you feel about writing: for your business, your marketing, your self?

If you have come once or many times, please make this meeting!

Our venue is closing and we will be moving to a new venue in September. This meeting marks the last meeting at Friends, Philosophy and Tea. Please join us for a final Circle in this most glorious event space for a conversation about setting new writing goals for Fall and re-intending the role writing/blogging has for you and your business.

Can’t attend? Drop us a note if you want to be advised of the new location starting in September.

Blogging and creating fresh content for your site remains as important as ever. Community makes it easier to create an editorial calendar that means something to your visitors.


Do You Want to Get Your Marketing Writing Done with more Ease and Enthusiasm?

Business Development >>Marketing>>Writing>>Blogging>>Just Do It!

What does it take to start and maintain a blog that helps build your business as it does your confidence?

First, accessing your creativity and overcoming fear and resistance to writing for one’s self and one’s ventures, professional and personal.

Second, a focus and an agenda with business goals in mind.

Third, a community of peers is a great way to get honest feedback.

Fourth, let’s throw in a monthly challenge to keep you motivated and on point.

Do you need to know how and why to start a blog?

Are you wondering what to write about or who will care if you do blog?

Do you need a little support to stay motivated and inspired?

Are you in need of what has been named a “Creative Intervention”?

The secret ingredient to the success people experience at this event ongoing since March 2010: “candid discussion” and “community support.”

Accountability and Gentle Support for all things: technical and editorial and creative await you.

The Monthly Writing Challenge continues with new goals and we will be sharing weekly writing/blogging adventures!

All are welcome. All levels or even you are thinking about starting a blog!

We start at 1pm. PRE-EVENT Networking begins at 12:30 and BYOT (ea) or Starbucks as the Tea House is no longer serving…(sad…)

Attendees can expect to…

Gain insights on WordPress and other user-friendly self-publishing platforms, Creating Great Content, SEO Tips, Uncovering One’s True Writing Voice, and find a supportive community that makes you potentially excited to write more often!

Dialogue…this is never a lecture. The Magic is in the dialogue we have.

Experience something different every week they opt to come for the Agenda is to support those that show up in a way that is needed in the moment!

Top reasons you should attend…

To remove the obstacles seen and unseen that keep you from enjoying writing.

To make great new connections who’ll support your writing visions.

To discover your authentic writing voice that it can reflect and support your business goals.

When It Is Time…

There comes a time when things are complete, yes?

And the artful recognize when the time to close strong has arrived.

There is a transition about to take place in the next two months.

May I say it has been a supreme honor to get to know the writers who contribute to this virtual anthology and may we co-create a future together.

Stay tuned for details on what our next chapter together can look like.

Deborah Drake | Authentic Writing Provokes

 

Me, MySelf and I Conquer New York City

It’s been over a week since my return from a trip to New York City for the first time. I’m still processing what was a wonderful trip with my 12 year old daughter, hosted by a dear friend who loves New York City and his East Village address only slightly less than living in Hawaii. We were in capable hands and saw a good many sights and neighborhoods. Once upon a time I didn’t have the desire to visit so large a city for my thought was I would be afraid for my safety in so crowded and urban an environment. I understand now why I would have been in a state of fear had I ever been expected to visit New York City before now. My Sense of Self was not developed enough so I couldn’t feel safe to express myself or explore new territory.

We all have some sense of who we are but the question is where does it come from? What is it based on? Who are we trying to please?

For decades, I have heard that New York was an exciting place to visit, a city that never sleeps, that offers everything for the resident and visitor, and a place that is rich with art, culture, food, music, theater, and more. I wanted none of it, till this year. Previously, about twenty years ago, I visited a friend and her family in upstate New York and loved it for its rolling naturalness. The small town of Rome was walkable and lovely and quaint and safe. The rural New York I imagined living in, tucked away “safely” in a town where I would attend school to get a masters degree in Creative Writing, set up myself to be an editor and write for myself as well. Nice pipe dream, yes it was.

But today in reflecting how I felt about finally going to New York City itself and tackling the subway system, braving the crowded streets, and coping with the summer swelter, I am compassionately laughing at my ridiculous former self; the immature, uncertain and frightened of crowds me that occupied the me I am for 46 years. Somewhere long ago I developed the idea and belief that I wasn’t enough to make it in a big city. I dreaded how it would swallow me up, take advantage of me, leave me fearing for my safety as the sky grew dark.

I didn’t take that kind of attitude to New York with me. I took a strong and curious and enthusiastic person (two of us actually) to New York City and I enjoyed every part of the ride. I enjoyed the occasional racing for the subway, the endless walking, the dodging of oncoming human traffic on sidewalks as well as cabs charging through crosswalks. I enjoyed crowded museums and even a busy urban promenade known as the Highline that were each in their ways an Oasis and Respite from the humming and thrumming city. I appreciated the mixed atmosphere at the 911 Memorial Site honoring the 2900 plus who perished in 2001 and had a chat with the Survivor Tree, “the Callery Pear” that for the last two years has been on site again and had small pears growing in her shimmering branches. I was convinced I could feel heat coming off her as she held the memories of all the lost ones from 2011.

I got a clear message at that site visit that “Life is Precious” and we each deserve to be a full expression of our Selves. Without a Healthy Sense of Self, we don’t live a fully expressed life. We live a life that is for someone else. As the Creator of this theory says without a Sense of Self our own life skips us by. And so I realize being in New York for the first time that I lived for decades without a full natural sense of self. I saw that my daughter of twelve is in touch with her Natural Sense of Self  though that I have encouraged as her mother all her days, AND it really showed up while we were in New York. She was downright fearless most of the time.

She took on understanding the subway system and understood what to watch for within a day. She walked ten feet in front of Nate and I when we were touring neighborhoods and only hung back as the crowds of Time Square got overwhelming for she didn’t want to get separated and lost in the crowd. She enjoyed the buzz and vitality and the never ending activity.

We saw a bus drive by advertising a New York College for Film and TV Acting and she said, “I want to go there!”

I did a double take. “You want to go to school in New York City?”

“Sure, why not?” she said without a moment of hesitation.

“Well then let’s see what that would take,” I replied neutrally.

And on she walked as though she was unstoppable. I felt like crying but I smiled instead. Here was evidence that she was getting to be her own Self and that I was not expecting her to live for me. Or so I chose to interpret this moment.

What being in a big city offered me was a chance to see how much I have restored or discovered my Sense of Self. I am comfortable in my own skin, FINALLY, and so I can be comfortable wherever I am. I need not limit my experiences and I can enjoy myself for the pure sake of it. My young Self was not able to imagine surviving in such a bustling place with so much of everything. My evolved Self saw it as adventure and enjoyable despite the crowds, the heat and the way that natives can disregard you on the sidewalk (smile). In truth, there were plenty of helpful and friendly people and I took it to be a reflection of how I was feeling inside. They were friendly because I was. They were comfortable with me because I was comfortable with me.

*****

I didn’t go to New York with a great list of expectations but I did go with a bucket list of sights to see and experience. The surprise I found waiting for me was how much freedom to be I felt while there: Enjoying all of it with a confidence and Sense of Self that looks forward to returning.

 

New York Diaries: Friday’s Memorable Moment

I step out for….

…a quick trip to the Rivington Guitars just down the street from where Nate resides and I find a mecca of vintage guitars that owner Howie Rivington scouts the states (or is the world for?). The shop is literally smaller than Northwest Guitars,my own home music store BUT there are more guitars in this small shoebox of space than Kevin and Vinnie stock. Tom, looking like a cross between a strawberry blonde Woody Allen in need of a haircut and a beard trim and an update on his lasses is a perfectly placed throwback to the 60s himself. He is  packing a left-handed strat in a hardcase for shipment. And the acoustics and the electrics and the pair of mandolins are all saying in various tones in my head, “Play me. Play me.”

Each guitar is tagged with a stock #, a price and the year it was made. I strum several Yamahas with 1970 and 1980s birth years before taking the the 1965 Guild off its stand for a play. The Dark Brown Guild has a light and bright sound that appeals to me and a magical angelic price of $999 (which includes a gig bag.)

What brought my attention to this store the night before? There was something specific. It was a white Rivington branded guitar pick that caught my eye on the night sidewalk as we were walking home post MOMA and wine store down 4th Avenue a mere two blocks from Nate’s place. And now there is a lovely little Ukelele with a rice of $59 haunting me…

The Bean: A One of a Kind Place: Coffee, Tea, Wine, Beer and a Mosaic Atmosphere

The Many Faces of Tea under glass are my study for the moment. Nate is checking email at a grounded computer that he must pay for time for.

(Nothing feels free in NYC but that isn’t actually true. There is as much free as there is things to pay for BUT wifi and restrooms are at a premium and can be had for the price of a purchased something. What a culture we live in.)

I AM enthralled for the moment by the loose tea before me…Yes, it doesn’t take much to amuse me, does it?

The Lullaby Tea Blend before me at the Bean is a composite of rooibos, coconut, pineapple, vanilla

The Love Machine is a blend of green tea, black tea, jasmine flowers, vanilla flavor

The Grouch…rose petals, blueberriescherries, rose hips, blue mallow blossoms, strawberry leaves, raspberry leaves

Cup a Beauty…rooibos, marigold, rose petals, blue mallow flowers, orange and lemon

Across the table are four more tea blends under glass displayed like art that I can’t collect ingredients on yet for the seats are occupied.

I see cardamom seeds though and suspect a chai type tea. Another tea blend clearly has more something to cause Buzz Buzz Buzz as it is so named and that I can read upside down from where I am sitting. As to what tea is held captive in the square beneath the guy with a Mac, I can’t say. I can return another day. It is around the corner on E. 3rd St and 1st Ave.

The thing about NY that continues to be a bit off putting to me is how dense the population is and how individually buffered most people in public are.

Tea I.V. is composed of rooibos, lemon peel, raspberry leaves, raspberry

The Superhero…black chai spices, coconut

Buzz, buzz, Buzz…black tea, ginger root, cinnamon, lemongrass

The Doctor is in…rooibos, ginger, saffron, black pepper, cardamom, cinnamon, peppermint, safflowers, fennel, licorice

Hmmm. Must sent to Astara to send to Nelson!

Mosaics and brightly colored art on display would bring me here again and again.

 

New York Diaries: June 28th

Thursday June 28th — A Central Park Day

It was not an early start day. And that was fine. My eggs and toast and grapefruit and coffee were perfect. We still can’t seem to get out of the house before 1pm. Fine. We are on vacation. Let’s behave like we are.

I can honestly say I have had a hot dog in Central Park after an absorbing walk through the Museum of Natural History.

The Hall of Bio-diversity installation is as memorable as it gets. A wall of a graphical and 3-d timeline of then to now. A ribbon of butterflies of the world coloring my dreams. A great whale suspended from the ceiling.in a room that must be larger than it in life to hold it. The Grouchy Lady and all the times I read the story playback in my head as I read how the Ladybug first confronted the whale’s tail at 6pm only to be sent like a bullet in the wind back to the beginning of the story WITH an attitude adjustment.

A Kindergarten teacher old enough to be my grandmother, overheard me recall this moment to Bronte and said sweetly, “I think of that too when I see the whale.”

We got lost trying to get out…Not kidding.

Yes, Dinosaurs are impressive too.