Archive for the ‘Art’ Category

Authors Rating Their Own Books Five Stars? How Tacky!
August 27, 2016

I read with great interest what was essentially a note to all authors who self-rate their books five stars.

That’s just so … just so … *tacky*.

Further, star-abuse is hands-down attributable to the fact that we authors as a lot must be inappropriate, ego-puffed cheaters with an aim to game the system.

(As if one review can even make a dent, for argument’s sake?)

Hello, my name is Emily Murdoch and I’m a self-rated five-star giver.
And I’m downright incorrigible.

Because, truth is, if we couldn’t rate our own book five stars, you’d be the ones we’d be cheating.

Chances are, those self-rated five-star books exist due to great and tedious artistic commitment and sacrifice; of time, money, fun, weekends, holidays, time with loved ones, friends and family, for salaries mostly impossible to live on, so most authors have more than one job.

Because writing is a job. We may love it; it may be a blessing and a gift, a way to share ideas to touch or entertain or enlighten or better the world, better ourselves, and for the sheer joy of it, yes.

But it’s work. Much work. Even if it’s work we love.

And so I give my own books five stars in celebration, in excitement to share the words, to help bring light or a lean or some kindness, goodness, compassion and understanding back into this tough world.

That there are readers or reviewers with the sole intent of one-starring self-rated five-star authors due to a personal hypothesis, without facts, is actually sad.

Sad to see the world of writing that way.

I woke up this morning slumped over in the faux-suede recliner with my laptop open on my lap, having fallen asleep over my current manuscript.

The writing time I could take was late night, so I took it.

Just as I will again, tonight.

My name is Emily Murdoch, and I am a self-rated five star author.

May everything you love and create be worthy of your own five stars.

#amwriting #amrevising #sleepingcountswinks #YAsaves

Creative Courage.
April 12, 2011

The thing about publishing is that it’s like a reallllly long ladder with neverending rungs. Just when one rung is reached, the next comes into view, then the next. Just like a poem or a novel, it seems we’re never finished.

Sometimes the writer’s journey hurts so much it aches — a physical sensation I’d liken to a punch in the gut, and which, from time to time, can extract a low groan which causes dogs’ heads to turn and husbands to pause the television to inquire.

Some days there is over-confidence, not necessarily because a writer thinks they’re oh-so-great, but as a stop-gap measure against the waves of doubt that threaten to drown the hope, occurring mostly on the days we feel especially discouraged, stressed or unsure.

Other days we can lose all confidence because it’s easier to give up for a day (or month or week) than to continue to remain confident (takes much more energy) and withstand the aching assault on our writing hopes and dreams.

That’s where creative courage comes in.

It takes courage to create art, and not only to create it, but to risk the criticism and exposure that accompany the act of putting our work (our heart) out there.

Courage will falter from time to time. That’s normal. Those are the times it behooves us to follow our dreams back to their roots, to the childlike magic that precedes our words, brushstrokes, camera flashes, musical notes, pirouettes …

At it’s heart-shaped core, the act of art is an act of bravejoy. If an artist can reconnect to the joy, the doubt subsides and the hope and fortitude return.   

Writing is tough, getting agented is tough, going out on sub is tough — creative courage is tough, but if you’re creating art, if you’re putting yourself out there, if you’re picking yourself back up after a rejectional fall, please consider this post a candle in the window, pages and pages of belief in you, a full-out sentence parade with a marching band, flashy floats and paragraphs and paragraphs of confetti in your honor.

More and more, I admire the artists of the world. I believe artists change the world, both within and without. 

So thank you, artists who come before us, for your creative courage. Thank you for lighting our candles with yours. We hope and dream and leave the belief-light on in the jules (and jewels) of your example.

Tomorow is a new day of words.

Tomorrow is art waiting to happen.

Skytastic.
November 19, 2009

The Trees POV

Waves of Color

Sky Before Tomorrow

Trees say Goodnight

Beautiful end, beautiful day.

Through the Trees

Photos by Emily Murdoch

A Spring In The Desert’s Step.
March 11, 2009

I think of my photographs as paintings, really. Place your pointer over the photographs to read their names (although, some are just captions). 

Like the fuzzy seeds of the dandelion parachuting off into the world, here’s sending you wishes of an early Spring.

 

Who's that writer?

 

 

Candy Flowers Beneath An Ocean Sky.

 

Wedding Bougainvillea clipping.

 

Vivaldi's Garden.

 

The Writer's Blind Spot.

 

Taking Flight.

 

Photos by Emily Murdoch.

Amazing Art — Mural Mosaic.
December 16, 2008

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I just had to share some of the most amazing pieces of art I’ve ever seen — breathtaking, really. They’re mural mosaics with an active grid — you can click on each separate square of the mosaic to see what is essentially many paintings within a painting.

Click here: Mural Mosaic

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Not all of the murals are horse murals, but all are exquisite. I find myself going back to them again and again.