Creativity does it for me. I'm unashamedly drawn to all things and all people creative, and so I wish I were more talented myself. I'm a sucker for beautiful, functional design; I'm curious about fine art; I love giving myself up to music; but above all I relish losing myself in films and in the written word. Perhaps this interest is the reason I've rarely worked in fields other than those which are art-based, and why my dearest and closest friends are a weird and wonderful bunch of authors, journalists, musicians, artists and people in the film industry who all dress funny. When mates start talking about their given passion, I get whipped up by their enthusiasm and I'm never happier than when asked for my opinion on a tune, design, sound or a piece of writing. Discussing something fashioned from someone else's imagination is fascinating, and I'm always excited at seeing an end product. I guess its hardly surprising I married one of the most creative people I know, he even creates in the kitchen, a fact I'm unreservedly smug about. We enjoy a quiet rivalry in the galley, it's the only place I might come up top when it comes to creating stuff. He measures, I do it by feel, and this just about sums us up.
There's a creative streak of varying degrees in most people, even in those who outwardly may not seem inventive in their every day lives. Some people are good with the funny, others develop imaginative solutions to problems, or are engaging raconteurs. I would dearly like to think my latent creative talent might be writing, but unfortunately, everything I produce on the page pales in comparison to the efforts of my writer friends. One thing I can say with unrivalled confidence is that I'm highly critical of my writing and myself and nobody, but nobody on earth can beat me at finding fault in me. I'm world champion at it. That's why I find posting on this blog so tricky.
I love writing, I'm enjoying tapping this out right now after such a long while! Its great to mull ideas around in my head as I carry out mundanities such as scrubbing the loo or searching for matching socks, then later deconstructing my thoughts and rebuilding them in black and white, a world away from the activity I was undertaking when I first came up with the idea.
I stopped writing for a while, in fact not just writing, but a whole lot of things I enjoy doing, as life has had me occupied in other ways. The past year has been a time of unwanted transition that has been out of my control. It's time for me to make changes.
This post is a kickstart to getting me back to where I want to be: somewhere more creative.
I am so glad you are blogging again! You MUST write - even if at first just for yourself just for the sake of writing....you have a yearning, a pull to that form of creative expression, and that is for a reason. For me personally, you, your high standards in creative excellence, urge me on to strive higher in my own creative efforts. Writers write... later we can aspire to become published authors... but we always write!
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