Refuelling the creative beast within - sometimes it's not so easy
I have been quiet for some days.
Not quiet as in noiseless - I've contributed my share to Brisbane's daily background hum.
No, noiseless in the sense that I've not made the kinds of noises I wish to be making: the tap of fingers on the keyboard; the resonance of the guitar string struck just so; the occasional grunt of satisfaction when the wisp of an idea solidifies to the point it can be captured.
I have of late been in a state of creative stagnation and perpetual frustration.
Until these last few days.
Why? Why indeed. Because I took my own advice. I decided to read.
It's not yet holiday time (not yet, but soon, soon!), yet I have picked up the book I bought for last holidays but didn't get to. And I started to read.
Doesn't sound like much does it? But it has released my inner creativity and here I am: writing again.
For one of the great truths I have learnt about creativity and being creative, is that it requires fuel. And that fuel, for me, is the consumption of creativity. Music, novels, games, and, to a lesser extent, movies, and TV.
But especially music, composing music. And novels. Reading science fiction and fantasy novels. Devouring the kind of writing that posits alternative realities and can work to infiltrate your assumptions until you question the reality around you.
This. This is my home. This is where my creative self yearns to be. In the realms of possible, however improbable or implausible (as judged by our narrow 21st century vision of what constitutes reality).
And I am tentatively opening the door again, now that I have found it.
So glad to be here, but it's still a tentative link. The 'real' world is knock knock knocking all the time.
Thank the gods the holidays are around the corner.
I hope you, like I have (if only temporarily) find your peace.
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