I am working through a bit of a creative blockage of sorts when it comes to writing. It's not that I don't have time to write or that I have nothing say, really materials isn't lacking or time... well time is at a premium always, but you know I could cut back on Facebook time. I'm somehow gripped with fear and just can't quite put it out there. You know? Yeah, I could go on about any number of top of mind issues. Rant about this or that... women's rights, head scratching politics, odd things along the street. But I'm not. I just can't quite bring myself to do it.
And then I think, do you really need to know that I'm worried about how you all re-act if it's not "good". Then I think well how the fuck cares if you don't accept me. Except, you know, part of me does, and I'm working to get over that. Yeah I know, maybe I need to suck it up... high art and punk rock et tout ça.
I was speaking to a friend, who as most of you are, is wonderful. I think part of me was hoping that she would give me permission to quit writing. Rather than that, she gave me a warm hug and bit of inspiration, and a kick in th ass. (Great you're drawing and painting, write something would you.) Sometimes I need that. Amazing, she really is...
And she gave me tips and advice and we had a jolly good chat about playing and nurturing ourselves. Starting soon, I'll be posting how I've been playing. I'm also toying with the idea of creative practice. I'll be talking about that a bit as well. How do we, as people, make sure that we are nurturing our inner creativity... and maybe a bit of writing too.
