I have been trying to find my way back to writer mode. Kitten is now 13 weeks old and the current challenges are normal kittenly concerns – don’t chew that electrical cord, not a good idea to pounce on a sleeping dog, unrolling the entire toilet paper roll is a bad idea. (He has particular trouble with that last one as the unrolling makes him so gleeful.) Now the vigilance is similar to parental, but not quite so intense. Still, I am struggling with getting my mind into a fertile writing groove.
I have had time to think about creativity. I always find it interesting to steer a conversation onto a person’s impression of their own creativity, especially if I consider that person to be creative in some manner. It is rare for the person to define themselves as creative. “Oh, no I am (fill in the blank with any number of adjectives)…” Creative seems to be something reserved for the application of lofty projects and considerable talent.
Crafty is often the chosen adjective, more likely if my conversation companion is female. Crafty seems to fall within the realm of hobbyist, putterer, occasional participant. Somehow people are more comfortable identifying themselves as crafty – or some word that directly identifies their chosen mode of creative expression such as knitter, woodworker – than claiming to be creative.
Both of my parents were creative, crafty – dad with woodworking and mom with sewing. I spent hours quietly watching each work on projects as a child. Dad also painted, made models, and drew. Mom also wrote, played the piano, and learned dozens of crafts over her lifetime. I grew up expecting creativity to be a part of life. Not only to admire what others did, but to participate in something creative of my own.
It takes time for quiet thought, this ability to create. Melville said that a writer needs to be in a ‘quiet, grass growing’ mood to write and I think that applies to almost any other creative endeavor. Time must be carved out of an overfull schedule, understanding of when the mind is most fertile for ideas to grow. It should be a block of uninterrupted time. Which is hard to arrange with a small creature in the house.
I am eager to get my writing muscles back into shape, but fear I will not be a regular poster for some time unfortunately.
So, what about you – do you consider yourself creative?
© 2015 BAReed Writing | Practical Business, All rights reserved