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Improv Storytelling & Creative Writing Workshop in Santa Fe

Friday, February 21st, 2014
My Saturday Improv Storytelling & Creative Writing Workshop in Santa Fe has filled up!
 
Now we are adding a Sunday workshop 3/16/2014- who is game? Contact me at b mayfield media at gmail dot com and I will send you the PDF with all details. Space is limited. Hope to see you in Santa Fe soon for this epic adventure.
 
And Peggy Pfeiffer of BadDog Design has 3 excellent social media workshops coming up. I’ve taken them. They are great.
Here is the link:
http://e2.ma/webview/qy7xh/95de554579c92f665f71f8de9183b629
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Improv Storytelling & Creative Writing Workshop, March 15, 2014

Tuesday, February 11th, 2014
Let's tell stories that won't be forgetten.

Let’s tell stories that won’t be forgetten.

Barbara Mayfield’s  Improv Storytelling & Creative Writing Workshop is coming to Santa Fe.

 A Day of Productive Play! Time to get out the way, tune in, and harvest the stories that are waiting to be told. Saturday. March 15th. 2014.

10am – 3:30pm. A creative lunch break from noon til 1:30.

Location: BadDog Design, 901 West San Mateo, Studio D, Santa Fe, New Mexico  87505

Barbara Mayfield:  505-231-4774 ph/txt and/or bmayfieldmedia@gmail.com

Improv storytelling is a way of accessing stories you didn’t even know where there.

Stories are upstream from everything. The Story is where all our joy, heart, power and successes, where all our creative projects, efforts, and enthusiasms originate. Mayfield has drawn from her years of training and experience working in the arts and put together a new workshop for Creatives and for those who think they are not. Barbara Mayfield is a multi-disciplinary award-winning author-actor-comedienne-storyteller-puppeteer. Visit http://ThePowerofPuppets.com.

Would you like to have a new workshop experience? Perfect for writers, storytellers, story-slammers, songwriters, screenwriters of any genre and level, wanna-be’s, and anyone who wants to experience the mystical power of the spontaneous. In a safe supportive environment, of course!

Peggy Pfeiffer, Creative Director of Bad Dog Design, is hosting this event in the Bad Dog Design studio. Some of you may be familiar with her gorgeous, rockin’ design space – an inspiring place in which to be creative.

About the workshop:

What won’t be happening: We won’t be doing any fixing, figuring it out, marketing, planning, publishing, worrying, fretting or struggling. We won’t be doing scary standing-in-front-of-an- audience solo public speaking (not this time anyway).

What will be happening: We’ll relax, listen, take fun and funny risks. Learn new ways to access stories you didn’t even know where there. Explore new creative territory. Work with fabulous prompts. Speak out loud a bit. Write to capture & harvest the goods. Let new stories float in. I’m bringing my bag of tricks from years of theater, improv storytelling and creative writing, to lead you in a creative process that I have found to be thrilling and unstoppable.

Cost is $55. Payment accepted by PayPal (I’ll email you a Paypal invoice). Credit card payments accepted by phone on my new fabulous Square account. Call me up. Or email me about sending a check.

To hold your place, please pay in full before Feb 28th. Space is limited. No refunds, but rain-checks will be issued.

On the Day: Bring a bag lunch and your beverage, or plan to eat at one of the great bistros in the neighborhood. You’ll have an hour and a half because art-making requires fuel, digestion and camaraderie as part of the day. Bring a notebook, and the writing instruments of your choice.

Wear comfy no-stress clothing that you feel good in. I’ll bring everything else.

Contact Barbara with questions, more details and to claim your seat.

bmayfieldmedia@gmail.com           http://ThePowerofPuppets.com

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The Dwelling Prompt

Friday, April 12th, 2013

Hi Gang,

We just finished up Writers Group and today was my turn to bring the Prompt. So we Skyped me in and here it is:

Location and dwellings can be important characters in a story.

Before looking at the list, choose a number from 1 to 10. Then look at your number and let that dwelling style inspire a new story or a new bit for the book you are working on. This prompt yielded fantastic writings today. Deb says she will post her piece very soon.

Ok, below this photo is the list. GO!

Casita by the River, mixed media dwelling painting by Barbara Mayfield. 2013

Casita by the River, mixed media dwelling painting by Barbara Mayfield. 2013

 

  1. cave
  2. teepee
  3. airstream mobile home
  4. treehouse
  5. gazebo
  6. yurt
  7. seashore bungalow
  8. condo
  9. palace
  10. apartment in Paris

Write a story we won’t forget.

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Two thousand miles east

Tuesday, March 19th, 2013
Giganto yard sale was just part of the dismantling.

Giganto yard sale was just part of the dismantling.

This essay was written in response to Nadine’s most recent prompt: Treasures We Cannot Let Go:

Recently, I moved. Packed up and drove across Interstate 40, two thousand miles to the east.

I dismantled twenty years and twenty-two hundred square feet of house and belongings. Hint: I love my stuff. I do not have any Zen bones in my body. But for this move, I had to seriously let go of a lot of goods.

I sold two refrigerators, two wood stoves, an oven, a front-loading Sears washing machine that they don’t make anymore. Beds, cupboards and bookshelves, a vintage yellow kitchen table given to me by an old friend who had taste. Many rustic outdoor items – a Mexican table, an antique food warmer contraption, a heavy blue bench that has been in my studio since 1981. Four solid oak schoolroom chairs – antiques! -given to me by an old boyfriend in 1985.

I sold half-full gallon cans of my favorite colors of house paint – the colors in my adobe house in the Ponderosa woods, perched on the upward slope of the second largest mesa on earth.

I trimmed my holiday decorations from ten large boxes to six, and let go of my extra Christmas tree stand. Someday, I know I will need it because I have been wanting to have two trees for years. I sorted through my collection of rubberstamps and out of five thousand of them, I found twenty-five I didn’t need or want anymore.

I sold a blender and a juicer, and all my old sets of dishes and two tea kettles, and my five teapots.

I sold my 16’ ladder, my orange wheelbarrow, all my hoes and rakes – even the ones I’d painted in stripes and colors….and five boxes of tiles for mosaic-making. AAARRRGGHHH.

I sold off all my artist stretcher bars! My easel made in Italy that I bought in 1983 when I graduated from the Academy. I gave away and sold off oil paintings I’d done early in my career, that showed my first apartments and gardens, and paintings that featured my first tableware as a married woman. I have a thing for beautiful tableware.

I had a professional closet-raider come in. I traded her a vintage fiesta skirt that never fit me but was given to me by my dearest friend, who lives far away now. Ms. Closet-Raider insisted I consign and give away easily one-third to one-half of my clothing and about a dozen pairs of shoes I wish I’d kept to make shrines out of. And the hats! So many hats – feathers, straw, velvet  – from so many places I’ve been, and I look great in hats, and I looked really good in all of them.

The professional made me go through my cedar chest with the lifetime memory clothes in it, and this is where I drew the line in my own sandy mind. I pretended to agree with her advice and made piles to give away or sell. The satin maternity top my mother made me using a fabric printed with images of Chinese courtesans. All my cowgirl dresses –  small, flowery prints, long to the ankle –  that I bought when I first arrived in Santa Fe from the East. They haven’t fit me since 1997, so, of course, it would be best to let them go – what’s the point? My senior prom dress! White organza, made for me with hand-stitched pearls on the hem and the empire waistline, by a high school mentor (long story). My pink velvet junior prom dress! What’s the point of holding on to these things? They are not even costumes. They don’t fit now and they won’t ever fit me again!! She was so right.

Then we came to The Dress. The most important dress in the world, my world. The dress that is the color of the sea in Bora Bora. The dress I spent the most money on that I had spent on a garment, ever. The dress I bought in Italy, in Venice.

I would not even lie to the professional closet person about it. This dress stays with me. It fit me once; does not fit now; not likely that it will fit me ever again…I do not care!!

I was traveling alone in Europe and I had never travelled alone. I was there on the scholarship money I’d won upon graduation from the well-endowed Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. The only string on that prize was that I had to travel for ten weeks anywhere in the world I wanted to go. Everybody should be granted in this way, at least once in a lifetime.

At the time, I was the 31-year-old mother of two young sons. I dropped the boys off at their dad’s house on my way to the airport heading to Paris, first.

I was three weeks into my trip when I spotted the Aqua Dream in a tiny shop on Piazza San Marcos, Venezia, Italia. An angora knit, it fit me like a glove. Long sleeves, a double skirt just to the knees. So incredibly classy, sexy, Italian.

That I bought that dress – and I knew I would buy it the moment I saw it – so beautiful, so expensive, so sensuous – after years of shopping the racks at Goodwill Industries and “don’t be silly” and “where will you wear it” and “what do you need that for” and “later, later, maybe someday”…….. it was a turning point, a landmark.

I’ve worn it a few times. Mostly in the house alone. A few times with a lover. A few times out into the world when I felt very glad to be alive.  If I live long enough to get very frail and I die in one piece, perhaps I can be buried in it.

After the Closet Person left, I waited 3 days, then put all the other life memory clothes back into the cedar chest and the two strong mover guys easily carried it into the truck.

——end——-                                        Copyright 2012  Barbara Mayfield  All rights reserved.

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First Person Story Museum

Friday, January 25th, 2013
The Glory of Green Glass

The Glory of Green Glass

Barbara here. I live in Philadelphia now, so I like to give my writer pals in Santa Fe a head’s up about my next prompt. Plus I am bursting with excitement about it:

The First Person Story Museum is here in Philly. It is an aspect of the dynamic First Person Arts organization. They believe in stories like we do, except bigger.

For our next prompt, we will go to the First Person Museum website, find out what type of object is the story prompt that week, each write a flash piece on it, and then submit it to the museum for exhibition on the website right then and there.

You can go right now to the site and read wonderful short -short stories inspired by personal objects. And/or you could write and submit a story about this week’s Featured Type of Object: “From the Kitchen”.

How great is this! And I am not even making it up.

 

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Spare Time

Friday, January 25th, 2013
Kitchen shelf at my friend Hillary's house. She is so into china.

Kitchen shelf at my friend Hillary’s house. She is so into china figurines.

Susan’s recent prompt at writing group was “SPARE TIME”. So I wrote a list of my characters in the Mrs. Iptweet book and what I imagine are their favorite spare time activities. I think Mrs. Smithee writes letters to her relatives to be opened upon her death.

Now I share one of my very own personal Spare Time things: I love to take pictures of any oddball thing I see. Somehow noticing the quirkiness that happens during the course of an “ordinary” day – as if such a thing existed – reminds me there is no such thing as an ordinary day.

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Writing at The Hummingbird Cafe, Pecos NM

Thursday, June 28th, 2012
Land of Enchantment

Land of Enchantment

Hey Writer Pals Worldwide,

Next time you are moseying around the Santa Fe area, I suggest you take a drive east, through the Glorieta Pass, down Route 50 to the Village of Pecos, where there is a honest-to-goodness river, AND the Hummingbird Cafe.

When you get to the Pecos intersection – you’ll know when you are there – turn left. The cafe is across from St. Anthony’s Church. You’ll find it. Cafe is open Thursday through Monday 9 til 3.

It is a throwback, the real deal. Say Hi to Tess and Nancy, eat some food, hang out, buy some local art and crafts. Write a scene in your novel, while sitting at one of the funky tables. I like the one with the carrot-print tablecloth.

Last Saturday, the marvelous Tess put together an Author’s Night – the first time this cultural experience happened in Pecos, as far as we know. Four authors read for 30 enthusiastic locals. I was glad to lead the program by reading the first chapter of The Magical Mrs. Iptweet and Me. I gotta thank the sound guy – his microphone was so good, none of my P’s popped. It was brilliant.

And books were sold that night. Thanks, Pecos!

I love the Hummingbird Cafe vibe. Writing and Storytelling groups are forming, planning to meet there. Artists are everywhere.

Will try to get a photo of the Hummingbird to post soon.

Write on!

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Writing Classes and Workshops in New Mexico

Sunday, April 1st, 2012

We’ve had a few inquiries from our beloved blog readers asking about finding writing groups. I must tell you that our group started out as a class, and morphed into a “group”. I recommend attending classes, workshops and conferences, and joining writing organizations in order to connect with one’s peers or ilk, depending on your POV. Before you know it, you will be in a writer’s group.

WRITING CLASSES AND WORKSHOPS

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SOUTHWEST WRITERS MEETING WITH SHIRLEY RAYE REDMOND

SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 10:00 a.m. to noon – The Top 10 Worst Mistakes a Writer Can Make with Shirley Raye Redmond

Using practical examples from the 1955 film classic To Catch a Thief, starring Cary Grant and Grace Kelly, Shirley Raye will reveal what successful writers should have in common with successful cat burglars–but too often don’t. An award-winning nonfiction writer and
former columnist for The Santa Fe New Mexican, Shirley Raye Redmond has sold 27 books and over 450 articles to a variety of publications.

SWW programs are held at the New Life Presbyterian Church, 5540 Eubank NE in Albuquerque. You can park on the dirt hill directly east of New Life Church for additional parking spots. Meetings are free for SWW members, $5 for nonmembers.

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TAOS WORKSHOP WITH ANA BACA

Mining Memories: Turning The Seed of Your HisStory Into Children’s Books (Weekend – Level: All)

Have you always wanted to write for children but don’t know how to get started? This weekend seminar will explore the process of children’s book writing: from mining your own memories, development of age appropriate topics, characters and themes, to finding a publisher and marketing your work to parents, teachers and children. Ana Baca’s most recent children’s picture book Tia’s Tamales (UNM Press, 2011) was honored with the New Mexico Book Award for “Best Children’s Picture Book” in 2011.

July 21-22, Taos Summer Writing Conference

www.unm.edu/~taosconf

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Barbara’s Path to Authorhood – Part 1

Monday, January 16th, 2012
A few juicy writing prompts

A few juicy writing prompts

I moved to New Mexico from Philadelphia in September of 1991. At that time I was a working visual artist  (painter/muralist/set designer) and an amateur actress, with no plan to become a professional writer, author or literary anything. The only “writing” I was doing were loosey-goosey “scripts” on 3×5 index cards for my own sketch comedy shows. I am pretty darn funny when I concentrate and I was frustrated at the lack of good parts for over-25-females in plays, blah, blah, blah. I was occasionally performing these skits on the street – Miss Revlon, The Doll Before Barbie debuted at Montezuma and Guadalupe streets –  in my attempt to fit in to the Santa Fe lifestyle and make some friends in my new town.

Another, more successful, attempt at building a community of friends for myself was to join the Santa Fe Book Arts Group (B.A.G.).

The B.A.G. group was full of Wild Boomer Women. It was great for me because the meetings involved making tremendous messes. We ripped, snipped, wrote, glued, pasted, cut, shredded, glittered, strung, hung, tore apart, mail-arted, hammered, re-assembled, and rubberstamped upon, in archival and non-archival ways, papers, books, journals, you name it, to make luminous wonders of book and paper art.

This is where I met Ursula (Mueller), who is from Austria and who looked very well-behaved but was not and, still, is not. Ursula had a secret and I found it out. After knocking back a half-a-glass of wine at the 1994 holiday B.A.G. party, Ms. U revealed all.

Ursula was living the secret life of an Improvisational Storyteller. There was a clandestine, invitation-only,  improv storytelling group happening in Santa Fe. On Wednesday afternoons. From 3 till 5. As they say nowadays: OMG!

I had taken several improv comedy and acting classes by then and LOVED IT. There is something thrilling about jumping into the abyss and living to tell. Improv storytelling would be a blast, too, I just knew it.

It took a year’s worth of B.A.G. meetings for Ursula and I to get to know each other and for Ursula to decide I was okay enough (as in: a lively creative mind, yet well-behaved) to be invited to join the storyteller group.

The very next Wednesday, I went to the house where the secret storytellers met.

To be continued…..

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First Day at Writing Group

Monday, January 2nd, 2012
Writing desk

My desk, given to me by Kate Van Roeken, the first "Mrs. Iptweet" I'd ever met.

I wandered into the Writing Group about 13 years ago, when it  was a children’s book writing class held in the home of author Jennifer Owings Dewey. I’d brought five very short stories with me. My first five ever. Long-story-short: Jennifer and Deb and Catherine and Nadine and Janie welcomed me. They liked the stories a lot. I thought that meant the stories were perfect and complete and I was a genius. Wow, writing is easy.

I know now that the kindness was a ploy! After that first day, I was gently but thoroughly whipped into shape. I had sloppy habits from writing for the stage. As a comedienne, I needed only the barest written outline of my routines. Who needed specifics? My hands, voice, body, and especially my eyebrows, would fill in the gaps on stage. And I left myself lots of room for improvisation.

In class, I was made aware of my “habit” words and phrases. I was taught the golden rule of writing: SHOW-DON’T-TELL. It was explained that DETAILS ARE EVERYTHING. And five million other very important writing tools. What a workout.

 Those first five stories became The Magical Mrs. Iptweet and Me, my first book.

Mrs. Iptweet is a middle-grade novel, the first in a series. Azro Press published it in 2009. It has won three awards. It would not exist but for the love, encouragement, badgering and unrelenting honesty of my writing group.

I’m working on formatting the manuscript for an e-book now, as well as writing the next books in the Iptweet series. More about that another time.

MY CREATIVE PROCESS

I like to stall, procrastinate and delay my writing as long as possible. I am not sure why. Once I am in the flow, nothing feels better. Sometimes I think stalling is just part of the process and I can relax already and mark down some writing times onto my calendar and it’s okay if something comes up and I move it to the next day or week. It’s okay if I am busy over the holidays, or don’t feel like writing.

Other times I think I am tragically flawed and will never amount to anything. I work myself up into a lather. This is good because lathers drive me to look at what I’m doing and see the avoidance and fear. Oh, an entire blog could be written about the fears. For me, now, it boils down to….

  1. Maybe all my best stories are already written, and
  2. How can I top Book One?

My way of getting past this crap is to take Drastic Action. I call a writer friend and say let’s do a two-week experiment. Let’s meet everyday for two hours at a cafe and write. And we do and I get so much writing done. Stories show up on the page even on days when I feel restless, bored or uninspired. I have had to face it: I need the company. I need another person to sit with for a while – about two weeks. Then I can write at the old home desk again, on my own. I’m back in the Inspired Flow…. until I’m not again, and more Drastic Action is required. Hey, whatever it takes.

The other thing I notice is that when I show up for the Flow of Stories, every other part of my life gets better, too. The Flow of Stories somehow flips on the Flow of Life switch. It’s pretty wild.

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