for the Creatives

Tip for Creating: Ask Big!

The world is conspiring to bring your creation, your dream, to life. Are you conspiring with it, or are you keeping it out of the loop?
You have a huge support team around you – friends, family, colleagues, mentors, social media connections, creators that have gone before and don’t know your name yet.

So many of those are just waiting for the ask.

Here’s the big asks I’ve been making:

  • I asked my book launch team to help dig through a 70+ page list of book bloggers. No joke, they came through! Mostly that speaks to how amazing a team they are. But let me tell you – if you have people on your team, that means they want to help. Make the big ask. See what happens.
  • I asked to be on Ted Dekker’s book launch team. No, I hadn’t read the first in the series, and no my social media following isn’t as big as he could probably get, but I presented my case of how I’d work my butt off to get his story out there because I believed in it. Now I’m joining his book launch team and can learn from him how to better facilitate my own team.
  • I asked to have my book in a monthly subscription box. Actually, I asked about a dozen subscription boxes that “I Know You Likea  Murder” seemed like a good fit for. I don’t have a bite yet. But I’m asking.

Make 2 or 5 or 10 big asks for your creations this week. See what happens. Chances are that every single one won’t be answered, but something will.

  • Are you stuck on a step of your creative process and need some guidance?
  • Do you need a friend to help with errands so you can attend a workshop?
  • Do you have an administrative task you want to tagteam on?
  • Are you looking for the opportunity to work for & learn from the top dogs of your industry?
  • Are you hoping to get your product in front of a larger audience through a partnership?

Tell me: What ask are you gonna make? 

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Everyone else thought she had escaped just in time, leaving them and their scoffings to the pain they now experienced. Or so she told herself. She wished her view confirmed their alleged thoughts, but really that was merely a hypothetical audience that could not exist. The people she actually saw through the impenetrable iron gate weren’t even an audience, for each glimpse back showed dancing and laughter. Joy. Life. Too occupied with their celebration to ponder her current state and how it compares to theirs. They’d moved on through the pain without her, and each brief glance they bestowed upon her resembled that of one given to someone diving wholeheartedly into a pool of vomit. No, looking back afforded no comfort.

Looking forward showed the flaw in her hypothetical audience’s beliefs. The door to the building was locked, and she could only peep through the window and observe all those that had left her behind. Dancing and laughter there, also. On occasion a person would smile towards her window, more out of pity than as if she was a participant in their festivities. Yet still the truth was evident – she’d left too late and too soon. She was alone and the road less travelled had grown back over since her friends had paved their way through.

The scream began in her stomach, then her throat, before forcing her mouth open. A clenched fist drew back and demanded entry to the glass. She could not stop here; she must make it through. A shattering, and blood painted the window remains. Tears streamed down to join the puddle of blood that she began to kneel down in, clutching her hand where the glass had ripped her skin more than she had shattered its center.