Letters for Creatives

Creativity and Stillness: Thoughts on my artist weekend

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It’s been a beautiful weekend.

I am currently writing this in a hotel room on an impromptu artist retreat. The idea was sparked and realized only a few days ago and I must say it’s been an amazing time.

I want to be able to share some photos of what I have been up to but that will all come in next week’s post. This isn’t me teasing you to subscribe or come back next week just that I don’t feel I can write it all up as I would like right now. It would feel rushed and to be honest I am getting loads of creative ideas that I want to have time to sit with so hopefully it will be worth the wait!

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Today I wanted to write a bit about what I have experienced on this solo retreat and to do that properly I think a little back story is in order.

I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling Momma to 3 awesome kids. Truly, they are awesome. They are creative, smart, funny and best of all they know their own minds and I just love that.

My life is my family and has been for the past 15 years and while it’s challenging and hard and has grown me in ways I don’t think I could begin to summarize I know I am doing what I was meant to be doing during this season in my life.

Creativity, however, is my recharge. It’s where I can go and just rest, make a mess, write the words and show up exactly how I am and let it all go.

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When I was 8 I decided I was going to be a writer. 8 year-old me knew this, never doubted it and to be honest writing is the one creative pursuit I never doubted about myself. Even when people told me something wasn’t good or that I couldn’t write I just knew they were wrong and went about my day. I’m not sure I realized that about myself until just now.

Man I love writing.

The one part I did question was my legitimacy as a writer. You see somewhere between 8 year-old me and the 40 years since I came under the misguided belief that to be a writer I had to prove it. It wasn’t enough to write I had to be published. It wasn’t enough to be published I had to earn money. It wasn’t enough to earn money I had to earn a lot of money.

Crazy right? I mean who makes up these cockamamie rules?

The answer? Me! I did!

Somewhere I decided that I had to prove myself. I had to prove I was a “real” writer. I had to show them that I had done it.

I don’t know who “they” were but apparently they were important enough to have me beating myself up for not being where I believed I was supposed to be.

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Over the past maybe 2 weeks I have been on this deepening path. Deconstructing things, questioning old beliefs.

This creative weekend has really been a beautiful little balm for my creative soul. She so needed to be treated to a weekend of possibility with zero expectation. She needed to be rewarded for her strength, for showing up even though I was, to be honest, quite mean to her a lot.

In all of this, there has been a bit of a returning to myself. Reconnecting with the parts of me that had been patiently waiting for their time again. Parts that knew I needed my attention to be elsewhere but that one day I would come back and be so grateful they were still there.

If you are feeling stuck creatively. If you are questioning your legitimacy as a writer or an artist or just whether you are actually creative at all I would like to send you a virtual hug. I don’t know about you but I am so grateful I have creative outlets. Whether I am stitching something, writing something, playing something or whether I’m just thinking about those things.

Creativity is what connects me to me.

The bigger me.

Being creative connects me to The Creator and the energy and alignment that comes from that is, well, it’s truth.

I have been blessed to be able to get away for the weekend and I know that.

If you are a momma with little ones you may be reading this with one in your arms, through bleary eyes at 2 am on your phone.

I see you. Hang in there. You are doing amazing and you got a collective mamahood cheering you on as you go through the hard moments, the beautiful moments and everything in between.

If you are someone who just feels stuck, uninspired or maybe not even sure how to begin to get back your creative spark-I see you. Stuck is part of the journey. Sometimes the only thing I could do was watch other people be creative or read the writings of others. You aren’t alone. You aren’t behind. You aren’t wasting time. If this extremely long north eastern winter has reminded me of anything it’s that all things need a pause. We aren’t any different.

Maybe you are someone in the feasting stage of creativity. You are full of ideas as they flood in fast and furious and you are just trying to keep up. I am cheering you on and hope you know that the making is enough. If no one reads it, listens to it or sees it, it’s enough. You are a beautiful creative-making machine!

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If I could wish one thing for all of us, it would be to spend a bit of time today recognizing our amazing gifts. Seeing all we have been given. Resting in the things we have already done, made or dreamed. To relish in the creative expression of another and send them a little cheer for not only making something but sharing it. Our energy goes so far and even if we can’t reach out to someone and say “way to go you” offering up an energetic cheer really does make a difference.

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So that is all for me. I have some creative plans before I leave but they may not happen until I get home and that is alright with me. Thank you for being here with me on my journey and I wish you a beautiful week!

Until next time…

-Michele, aka The Dreaming Dilettante

Little and Often: Moving slowly, creating intentionally

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I’ve been moving slowly and yet time has been whirling around me.

It’s been intentional, slowing down, being more deliberate, trying to stick to the creative focuses I have been given.

I always find it interesting how slowing down, not being hurried or busy seems to be revolutionary. In this journey I am learning just how necessary it is for me. There has been this uncovering the past few years where I am realizing so many of the aspects of who I truly am were never in need of correcting.

That doing things little and often provide me with true and sustainable momentum while also providing the most joy in my chosen task. For me, rushing and forcing never works. It’s not sustainable. Pushing and hustling doesn’t work for me either. In most ways it is completely counterintuitive to my own creative process.

Over the course of my creative life I have moved in rhythms that looks something like hustling and pushing followed by avoidance and then beating myself up for said avoidance.

The balance for me lately when those “you should be…” come to mind is responding with, “this is my life.” That little phrase reminds me that I get to do these things, there are no shoulds here.

I also recognize that my creativity needs space. If I don’t make regular time to be creative, then I can’t expect to make much.

Schedules and routines are lovely things I like to think about but I work much with a general list of priorities. I have been playing with a habit tracker and it has been working well. In the past I would focus far too much on what I missed, the boxes not checked, but I have been working on that and having a simplified list of my 3 creative focuses has been helping.

Last night I was lying in bed and thinking about my plans for my Substack. I don’t know about you, my fellow creative, but sometimes the ideas come fast and furious and then before I know it I am facing complete overwhelm at the realization that there are just not enough hours or enough energy. The idea of the three focuses has truly helped me clear out the clutter and find my little and often.

So, I took a breath, focused within and asked, “ok what’s my purpose? What’s my focus?”

Writing is one of my focuses so here I am, working on this week’s Letters for Creatives. While trying to keep focused with a million ideas whirling in my head.

So this weekend, while the snow falls here in the Northeast I am going to be finishing the most recent round of edits for my cozy mystery and recording a creativity session for paid subscriptions. Those are my plans. My ideas are, well, more.

I really want to do some collage. I have been thinking about it for maybe two weeks and I just need to sit down and get collaging. There is just something so therapeautic about tearing up bits of paper and brushing on some glue before sticking them down.

I want to finish my current junk journal. I have only 2 pages left and a few that need some last little bits added to them.

Slow stitching. I am really excited to finish the first page in my slow stitch journal so with any luck I can share the finished page here.

I would love to hear your thoughts about creativity. Are you best when you challenge yourself to make things happen or do you also need to do things gently? Are there any projects you are slowly chipping away at? Please let me know!

Until next time…

-Michele, aka The Dreaming Dilettante

 

Stitching, Music and Meditation

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Simplifying and Returning

It’s been a bit of time since I sent out one of these letters. All is well in my dilettante world so it hasn’t been anything in particular that has kept me away. If truth be told I have been in a bit of a slump. Not creatively. I am happy to say that I have been making lots of things and I’ll share some in a bit. No, my slump has been about sharing and how to even do that.

I’m going to go on a bit about that so you may like a cozy beverage and a cozy spot before continuing. You can go ahead and get yourself cozy I’ll wait.

Alright then, I too am cozy at the moment. Curled up on my bed crossed legged writing with my laptop in my lap. I have always loved writing this way. Back in high school (well before laptops) I would sit with my electric typewriter on my lap writing an essay that was due the next day. It was a lot heavier than my current set up but I still would love to find that old electric typewriter. I’m convinced it’s still in my attic somewhere.

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So coziness and laptops aside I have been trying to figure out what I want to share and how. I love watching other creatives’ videos (I’ll share some of my favorites later) and it always makes me want to start sharing my own again.

Only, how?

And what?

This musing usually takes me a good few weeks until I finally decide to dust off the camera that lives above my desk and film my current project.

Only, the battery is dead. So I plug it in. Memory card full. How is it full? I haven’t recorded anything? Put in a new memory card, film, feel so good about myself.

The entire video was blurry.

That was about 2 months ago.

I love technology.

I love creativity.

The two together however always seem to trip me up. We will not discuss my Cricut. Or my Silouhette. Or my longing desire to turn my art into kiss-cut sticker sheets only to be foiled each time by a cutting machine.

Other times I have managed to actually film and get to the editing process only to spend the whole time thinking, “What is going on with my hair?”

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And then I start to wonder about what I should share. I do so many different things you know? How can I compartmentalize everything so that people who like to journal aren’t put off by posts about sewing teddy bears (more on that later). Or what about my journey to publish my cozy mystery in 2026? Just because someone likes watching me make over my dollhouse doesn’t mean they want to hear about my cozy mystery.

So I thought and I mused and I pondered and I created and I have now decided to get over myself and just start sharing. I mean, lets face it, we are creatives all of us. I know for a fact that most of us have lots of hobbies and interests so I am going to just start sharing again and see where the yellow brick road takes me.

Now there is a chance that you are reading this and thinking, “I have no idea who this is or how I got on her newsletter.” If that’s you-well thank you so much for reading a newsletter from a complete stranger. Welcome! My name is Michele and I have been writing under The Dreaming Dilettante for now about 20 years maybe? I am a writer, an artist and an inspirer (I had to look that last one up-turns out it is totally a word so I am going to roll with it despite the red squiggles under it).

I am also a homeschooling mom to 3 pretty awesome kids and pet mom to two senior beagles, one senior cat who is the biggest love in the world and a house rabbit named Frank who is in love with my beagles. We haven’t had the heart to tell him they are hunting dogs and thankfully they are too busy napping and snatching treats to pay him any mind.

I have a ton of hobbies and I love to learn new things. I am always taking classes. Currently I am working on my PhD in Theocentric Psychology from The University of Metaphysics and I am also working on becoming a certified Yoga Teacher. I am studying French, I play the flute and am currently learning guitar. For Valentine’s Day my husband bought me an electric guitar I had my eye on and I am pretty excited about.

I love to sew things. Things like bags, baskets, and especially plushies. In the last two weeks or so I have made this cute bear my 7 year-old named “Honey” and this frog named “Flo” (find out where Flo’s name came from down below) That same daughter fell in love with Flo who now belongs to her.

(I totally kept Honey for myself).

I am also taking part in the 100 days of stitching challenge and working on my first ever stitch book and absolutely loving how it’s coming out. I’ll share more in another post about my plans for this little book.

I am also in the process of editing my first ever cozy mystery which I am planning to self-publish later this year.

When I sat down to do my planning this year I really spent time praying, meditating and asking God to show me what I should be focusing on. I really tried to get clear and not seek what I should be focusing on for money, or career but in general what my creative focus should be. The answer was really clear and specific (I am so grateful for that!).

Writing, my PhD and my Yoga Teacher Training Certification.

It felt so clear and concise and I have been really doing my best to make those my focus. Before I invest time or money I am asking if it falls into those categories. It’s made my career focus much clearer and most beautifully it returned my creativity back to me. Instead of my trying to figure out how to market my creativity or turn it into a product, it’s now something I can use to restore me, challenge me and simply enjoy.

It’s also feeling like this level of grounding is inspiring me to just share what I am doing. Who cares if the lighting isn’t great or I say “um” a few times too many. I don’t care about that when I am watching my favorite creatives. When I sit down to watch them I am resting, having some creative time (or tea time) with a like-minded person and delighting in watching them make something.

Sounds like something the world can use more of right?

So, here I am, writing, (yay focus #1) and sharing some light (which feels perfectly in alignment with my Yoga Teacher Training and my PhD work so #2 and #3 check!)

I hope my letters inspire you but also I want them to feel like a safe little space for you to rest in. I’ll stick to sharing things that brighten your day, delight or maybe offer you some reassurance that it’s ok to just watch people be creative when maybe you just can’t.

Over the next few weeks I’ll be expanding things here, showing up more and I hope you will stick around. I cannot wait to see what you make.

Until next time…

-Michele, aka The Dreaming Dilettante

I share more to my subscribers on Substack about Flo, what’s been inspiring me, what I’m reading along with links to all the patterns I used. You can check that out here.

Spring, Daffodils and Dollhouses

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I am sharing this week’s “Letters for Creatives” here on the blog. If you have been thinking of subscribing to my no more than weekly newsletter to receive more content like this directly in your inbox you can do that here.

The daffodils have buds.

I noticed today. The front yard is freshly melted, the snowman left behind his hat, gloves and scarf. The crocus in my backyard has shown flowers and spring is slowly trying to emerge.

I don’t feel quite ready for it just yet.

I love spring. Normally January has me pouring over seed catalogs and February is filled with the rearranging of furniture to make room for greenhouses and grow lights.

This year things are feeling different. In some ways I want to fly away rather than set down roots where I am. Like the seasons I am in this state of transition. A long pause where I wait for what I am being called to next.

I am very good with change. I crave it to be honest. Routines are something I admire in others but have never found the beauty of in my own life. In many ways I would be happy for making changes daily. Rearranging furniture, going to different places and just all around randomness is something I love.

Waiting however, I do not love. I love planning and dreaming about next steps and yet for now, I feel that I am just meant to wait. To see what bubbles up and to move when it is time to move and to sit when it’s time to sit.

To simplify. To do things more slowly. To be open and listen to the guidance when it’s ready to reveal itself.

I have decided to embrace some slow projects. Projects that will be on-going for as long as they need to be until they are done. One is a the renovation of my childhood dollhouse. I shared about this new adventure on my blog and have already started the renovation. One of the things I love most about this project is all the time I am spending just thinking about it. I imagine handmade roof shingles and paint colors. Windows that open up to miniature breezes and cozy little chairs waiting for a good book. Tables awaiting flowers and a cup of tea.

I am embracing making little things. Using up bits that have been collected over years and years of papercrafting. Tiny bits that can be added to a journal page or tucked in a book. Paper clusters & altered paper clips tucked in a little cup ready for a new home filled quite a few studio hours this week.

In all my plans and dreaming I do have one that has come true-the dream to be published. My first magazine article is coming out next month in Strawberry Moon and I cannot tell you how exciting it is. This also lead me to rejoin Instagram-something I left behind 3 years ago along with all other social media. Instagram was always my favorite, following poets, and artists of all types and being inspired by their creations. I’m starting off slowly and keeping things intentional, excited to see where this journey might lead.

I recorded this week’s podcast with a young helper in my studio. My son asked to join me this week and he and I spent some quality one-on-one time in the coziness of my studio space. He came over when I was recording my podcast interested in how you can have confidence in yourself as an artist. He told me after that he always judges his own work and thinks it’s not good enough. It was sweet to see him listening intently as I recorded and sad to think that even at just 8 years old he doubts his own validity as an artist. As moments do it gave us a chance to talk where I shared all the things I love about his art and creativity and my own insecurities about my own.

I think in many ways, spring, like me, is testing the waters. Wondering if she’s ready to come into full bloom or maybe she wants just a bit more time to stay cozy indoors. Nap, drink tea and dream of dollhouses and daffodils.

Until next time…

-Michele, aka The Dreaming Dilettante