With starting a blog again, I start to wonder is this blog an expression at times of my creativity at its finest? Or am I doing things in my daily life of work and school, that are slightly more creative, like in the store displays I work on or the lattes I hand out. I also wonder, what about the new poetry I'm writing at my desk? Are new poems reflections of what I"m thinking because of working on a graduate degree and feeling I "have" to produce work or is the work creatively coming out of me?
A friend of mine sent me an email the other day and told me that there were times when he was an MFA student if he should have producing wonderful, "ground breaking" sculptures like it seems that the other students were in the program were coming about with...
I admit, I feel the same way too in my own program. Some students are getting literary awards and have books published while I feel that I'm struggling to find a good journal to submit to.
What is it in your life that you feel holds back your creativity?
Do you think your job or school work keeps you from writing, creating, etc better things?
I read something the other day that said when Henry David Thoreau was working on Walden Pond that he was supposely living in a secluded cabin for two years, which he did. But he wasn't a recluse. He frequently traveled to town to drink, socialize and possibly pick up a lady.
It got me thinking that the secluded writer's retreat or getaway could be a little exaggerated.
Why can't I create some of my best here, in the company of the animals and man I love? I can shut the door in their faces (or noses) for quite a while to get away in my thoughts but I can always unlatch the door, walk the ten steps and crawl into bed.
I hope everyone's Christmas turns out wonderfully, like finally finding a shoe you haven't worn in ages and that you've been digging for in your closet :)
I can relate to this feeling all too well. When I transferred to Winthrop, I struggled immensely in making it "fit". Instinctively, I felt that I should transfer immediately, but i wanted to make it work. As my creativity suffered, my desire to interact with my peers did the same, and over the course of those years, I became apathetic towards both matters. In the end, I felt like I'd become a loner and (even worse!) a terrible student. I knew I had to leave. And so, I left empty-handed. The story gets better. Obviously, I moved to California. There, I slowly rediscovered my desire to learn, design, and create. Fast forward, because this is long winded: Creativity comes to me best when I'm making honest, healthy decisions in my day to day life and giving myself daily treats. Thoreau's night on the town is my weekly macaron indulgence.
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