Posted by Rhonda Temple


I needed to share my story with the people at Indie Source before anything could start. So I did it the only way I could; creatively.  I am sewing-challenged and sketching-challenged, as previously mentioned, but I knew I could get around those obstacles by being creative. I have used this tool often in life. Really, I can’t tell you how many history essays, social study papers, and book reports I managed to get out of by taking a more creative approach. I would frequently ask my teachers, “Can I write and perform a skit instead?” “Can I make a movie?” “Can I do my report about the lion book orally using my lion puppet?” (Side note: I did a stunning narrative of Amelia Earhart in the fifth grade.) The answer was always yes. I didn’t realize until much later how kind those teachers were, and that it was a simpler era, without the pressure of test scores looming over their heads. So, I set the same creative principle in motion for Indie Source. I made a notebook. I made it my style. Putting it together was enjoyable, and I hoped it would convey my thoughts and vision, and be a bit entertaining as well. When I showed my book to George, he was quiet. He had expected something much more corporate-ish.


Me: So you don’t like it?

Him: It just looks like you want someone to like you.

Me: I don’t know how else to express my vision.

(Besides, does it hurt anything if you’re liked in the process?)


Note to men: DON’T PAUSE. Why? Because all women interpret it as a negative: “He hates it... I’m so not intelligent...Why do I even try... I’m fat.” Trust me, we can get any issue to “I’m fat.”

Him: No, I don’t mean anything negative. It’s very nice; cute. It’s very you.

Me: But you paused.

Him: It was a good pause.

Me, inside my head: There’s no such thing.

Me, aloud: Well, maybe I shouldn’t send it in.

Him: No, send it; it’s great. It just surprised me; wasn’t what I was thinking. But this isn’t about my vision.

The notebook got sent, and after a few meetings with Indie Source we reached the point where they gave me back my notebook because we had real items now, not just what I had dreamed up.

Them: We enjoyed your notebook, by the way.

Me: Oh, thank you.

Them: We passed it around the office; everyone enjoyed it.

Me, aloud: Thanks.

Me, in my head: YES!

So, my creative approach worked; they like me!  And I haven’t even brought them a batch of my killer chocolate chip homemade cookies yet..