More than once, creativity has been the subject of our blog posts.
Dry spells and doldrums. Trying to get the creative fires burning. Events which puff life into the embers when creativity seems to be burnt out. Ways to trick ourselves into thinking that we are creative again. Ways to fool others into thinking that we are creative all of the time.
Recently, writing, drawing, and pulling projects up to the forefront are bouncing around joyfully -- and clearly -- in the old cranium. Suddenly, they are easy. Huh?
Just as dry spells and doldrums are inexplicable, so are those times when almost anything can spark an idea or encourage effort. Does that sound like one of the “Everyday” Cialis ads? No tricks used. No ruse required. No pills needed.
Of course, feeling creative does not mean that the ability to use humor, irony, and life’s foibles freely is back. That ability remains mildly repressed -- stuck in some dark corner in my brain.
Wait. Time-out! Isn’t this getting a bit too introspective? As a friend who is an extraordinary and gifted writer says, “Nobody wants read about how you contemplate your navel or what you see when you do.” He is absolutely correct.
What may be of interest to you as a person who has read this far into the post is that collegiality and collaboration generate energy. They foster something that transcends -- and is not as fleeting as -- the pulse of adrenalin from performing in front of an audience. As we work to become a “real” band and toward potential performances for November, playing is really fun. Writing is enjoyable again. Drawing and experimenting with Photoshop are pleasurable.
Suddenly, poster and handbill designs emerged. So did initial concept drawings for a possibly recurring “surfer dude.” Bushy blond hair, dark glasses, baggy board shorts, and bit of a paunch. Maybe . . . .
Better take advantage of this. Oh, damn, here comes that nagging Practical Voice, “Wait a minute, you are over 60. Maybe you should not be drawing cartoons or trying to play in a band or writing about juvenile ‘band stuff.’ That is all for young folks. Be practical. Act your age.”
Shut up, Mr. Practical Voice! Turn up the volume on Rock ‘n Roll Fantasy Voice. Can we get it to 10? Yeah!
Dry spells and doldrums. Trying to get the creative fires burning. Events which puff life into the embers when creativity seems to be burnt out. Ways to trick ourselves into thinking that we are creative again. Ways to fool others into thinking that we are creative all of the time.
Recently, writing, drawing, and pulling projects up to the forefront are bouncing around joyfully -- and clearly -- in the old cranium. Suddenly, they are easy. Huh?
Just as dry spells and doldrums are inexplicable, so are those times when almost anything can spark an idea or encourage effort. Does that sound like one of the “Everyday” Cialis ads? No tricks used. No ruse required. No pills needed.
Of course, feeling creative does not mean that the ability to use humor, irony, and life’s foibles freely is back. That ability remains mildly repressed -- stuck in some dark corner in my brain.
Wait. Time-out! Isn’t this getting a bit too introspective? As a friend who is an extraordinary and gifted writer says, “Nobody wants read about how you contemplate your navel or what you see when you do.” He is absolutely correct.
What may be of interest to you as a person who has read this far into the post is that collegiality and collaboration generate energy. They foster something that transcends -- and is not as fleeting as -- the pulse of adrenalin from performing in front of an audience. As we work to become a “real” band and toward potential performances for November, playing is really fun. Writing is enjoyable again. Drawing and experimenting with Photoshop are pleasurable.Suddenly, poster and handbill designs emerged. So did initial concept drawings for a possibly recurring “surfer dude.” Bushy blond hair, dark glasses, baggy board shorts, and bit of a paunch. Maybe . . . .
Better take advantage of this. Oh, damn, here comes that nagging Practical Voice, “Wait a minute, you are over 60. Maybe you should not be drawing cartoons or trying to play in a band or writing about juvenile ‘band stuff.’ That is all for young folks. Be practical. Act your age.”
Shut up, Mr. Practical Voice! Turn up the volume on Rock ‘n Roll Fantasy Voice. Can we get it to 10? Yeah!