Where is the creative explosion of yesteryear? 2/7 '15
Well, I have a cool job now. And I go dancing when I can. And that leaves... not a metric ton of spare creative energy.
Creativity strikes, but I rarely come home eager to write something epic outside of work. I tend toward the bon mot; the long-form stuff tends to flow at work. This is not uncommon for people in creative jobs.
But, when I read some of my past LJ posts, I am flabbergasted by the outpouring.
I was hungry, and angry, and excited, and amazed, discovering and rediscovering things. Right now I'm in a different sort of place.
That's okay? I guess? For now.
MORE
Deep creativity looks different in different contexts and at different ages.
And here's an analogy I often think of, when I find I don't have the patience to sit down and hammer things out at the keyboard: You know when folks go to an event, and instead of watching the event and participating, they hold up a recording device of some kind? We all know those folks. We've even been those folks. At some point, though, we put the devices down, because we realize that in framing the experience we are putting ourselves outside the frame.
For me, online writing is a little like that. I'm so engaged in *being* creative that I don't want to put a keyboard between me and how I am living and processing that creativity. Or that life change. Or any big moment or shift.
After I've moved through those spaces, I might sit down and make note of it, but in the moment I'm generally choosing to savor events in ways outside of journaling and blogging.