“The creative person wants to be a know-it-all. He wants to know about all kinds of things-ancient history, nineteenth century mathematics, current manufacturing techniques, hog futures. Because he never knows when these ideas might come together to form a new idea. It may happen six minutes later, or six months, or six years. But he has faith that it will happen.” — Carl Ally
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”-Ray Bradbury
And one of my absolute favorites…“The soul should always stand ajar. Ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” – Emily Dickinson
This is the third draft of a post that I have started for today. And you know what? I have it.
I. Have. Writer’s. Block.
It had to happen at some point and here I am at potential post number 105 and I’m drawing a total and complete blank. @#*&%$@#@! Well, not a blank exactly, as I mentioned that I tried three other ideas. They just weren’t clicking though. Square pegs. Round holes. Not feeling the love. Fingers not flying across the keys the way they usually do. Brain sort of sputtering. Forehead creased. Not an amused smile on my horizon. Growl.
If there is one thing that I learned in art school, it’s that you can’t force a creative idea. At least it never worked for me. When you hit that wall, and every creative person will, you have to step back, breathe and simply…surrender. Yup. Throw the hands up in the air, clear your mind and wait. Wait for that inspiration to hit you. That’s the thing with creativity. There’s NO forcing it. Don’t struggle. Don’t fret. Just go do something else. Take a walk. Take a shower. That one always seems to work for me. I’ve gotten the best ideas in there, soap and shampoo in hand. Go figure.
And the weird part is that the inspiration will come to you. It’s as if at some point your brain just overloads and the powers that be try to send you messages…”Abort! Abort! This is not the right idea!”. If you have confidence and some good old patience, I’ve found that the inspiration will eventually float to you when the time is right. It always does. It’s kind of amazing that way.
And then when it does…oh, it’s a sight to behold. I remember times when I felt like drawings were pouring out of my fingertips. I was merely the medium through which they were passing. The inspiration was that bold and that good. And this after loads of sketches started and abandoned for not being quite right.
A la jumper cables, breaking from “the routine” does usually manage to jump-start things for me. I’ll start listening to music that I don’t typically listen to. I’ll take a different route to get somewhere. Maybe I’ll just drive down a road I’ve never been to see what’s there. I’ll eat something for breakfast that I never have. Something, anything different. Yesterday, I attempted to spontaneously go to the beach to meditate for a short while but when I got there, I didn’t have the current beach sticker for my car. So much for that. No sun and salt air to spur the creativity. Inspiration briefly put on hold. Growl again.
So right now, I’m in the waiting game. Ideas are circling around, I can feel them. They just aren’t ready to land yet. Good timing that the weekend is here, I suppose. Relax, breathe, chill. That’s what the gods are trying to tell me.