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Greetings, crickets! It’s been months since I’ve posted. I’d apologize for the lag, but no one is reading this blog but spammers and me, and I’m betting they don’t care. And since it has been months since I wrote anything here, it’s time for a pep talk.
Creativity! How do you get it back when you feel you’ve lost it? There’s a catch: you don’t lose it. Creativity is always with you. But if you don’t use it, it can feel like it disappears. And it does, from your conscious mind, but don’t count it out. Everyone has some creativity in them – it’s been there since their inception. They just drown it out with self doubt because being creative is scary. You risk putting something out there and being laughed at (or second-guessed, or criticized, etc.) because your efforts aren’t perfect.
Well, perfection is paralyzing. And it’s overrated. Don’t sabotage yourself by thinking your efforts aren’t as good as someone else’s. Here’s another catch: you’ll never be perfect. There will always be someone who will point out something you missed. So why be creative? Do it for yourself, of course!
I want to continue writing and drawing, and there’s no reason why I shouldn’t, even if I’m not perfect at it. It’s a way of pleasing my inner creative being. And the more I work at it, the better I’ll get. So it’s about time I light a fire under my creativity and get it going full throttle again. All that takes is jotting down the ideas that come to me when they appear, writing each day to get that story habit back into my system, and taking pictures of or sketching things that strike me as worth sharing with others.
It’s never a waste of time to make room for creativity in life. Start now!
A lot has happened this year. My arm has mended, my writing has resumed, I’ve read a few books and I’ve joined a little writing group.
What about posting here? Well, this blog was intended to reach out to others who might want to discuss writing or reading. However, I never promoted it well, so I essentially chat with crickets. Not that I mind crickets, but shouting out in the vacuum of the internet only works if you have something useful to say and others know about it. I’m afraid I’ve failed on both counts: being useful and advertising.
Will I continue here? Yes, but I will try and set up a schedule for posting useful content, meaning items that help with writing, small story snippet posts, and (should someone stop by) asking for interaction on ideas and insights.
Here’s hoping 2018 was a good year for you, and that you will ring in 2019 with fresh ideas to fill those blank pages, insightful reflections that improve your work, and the gusto to try things outside your comfort zone so you can grow in your craft.
I’ve finished a few good books since my last post on reading:
- The Etymologicon: A Circular Stroll through the Hidden Connections of the English Language, a non-fiction book by Mark Forsyth
- The Martian, a fiction novel by Andy Weir
- The Art of Social Media: Power Tips for Power Users, a non-fiction book by Guy Kawasaki, Peg Fitzpatrick
- The Daily Stoic: 366 Meditations on Wisdom, Perseverance, and the Art of Living, a daily book of stoic philosophy co-authored by Ryan Holiday and Stephen Hanselman
- Jurassic Park, a fiction novel by Michael Crichton
Sadly, this list should be three times as long for that time period. Writing has definitely put a big dent in my reading time.
On a writing note, the sequel novel is going well at 84k. I would be thrilled if I could guarantee the first novel will be published in August and this one out in May of next year. We’ll see.
I broke my arm in the middle of a full scale writing assault on a novel. The entire time I healed, I dreamed of the time I could write again. I worked hard to get the use of my hand back.
So when I could finally, painfully hold a pen again, I rejoiced. But when it came to writing on the story, I hit a wall. Not physically, but mentally. I avoided scribbling out ideas because I was afraid the words wouldn’t come back, that I’d lost the drive. I started doing anything – from rereading favorite books to re-watching well-known movies to reviewing scenes I’d already typed in and edited to death – to put off the story. Blank pages stayed blank.
Now blank pages usually mean writer’s block, but to me, there’s no such thing. Those characters, that story, is still lurking in my brain. Rather than writer’s block, this might be a case of intimidation. Blank pages can be pretty fierce, after all. I think I’m seeking perfection, which is strange because no rough draft I’ve ever done has been perfect. Maybe I’m remembering my former days of writing so fondly, I’m forgetting how much work writing really is.
My arm and hand are not perfect, but with work, they’ll improve. Same goes for my writing. It’s time to pick up the pen again and carry on.