I have often read that creative artists, whether actors, comedians, sculptors, artists, musicians, or writers, are most productive when they are miserable. Apparently, sadness or depression fuels the creative mind, goes the thought.
I never really agreed with that. I always seemed to have my creative juices flowing, and never had trouble coming up with things to write about.
Fast forward to 2015, and things have changed. In the past couple years, my writing has fallen off dramatically - I barely seem to have time to write a text, much less a whole blog post, and I thought I had nailed the reasons down to a series of logical causes that made sense. Moving back to Minnesota, I have been very busy getting my life in order. I attributed my lack of production to a basic lack of time.
But, in retrospect, I think I was wrong. Instead, I think I have found...
dramatic pause...
happiness. And the desire for self-expression has changed. Or perhaps that form of self-expression has changed, I am not sure, exactly. But something has surely changed, and my writing has changed with it.
Whatever the case, I have decided as one of my resolutions to kick off this new year that I need to get back to my writing. It is something that wells up within me, a need, not just a passion, and it allows me to feel better about both myself and my life when I do it. It is, in a word, a selfish impulse, and I want to indulge myself a little more than I have been.
I can't say I have anything specific to muse about, so perhaps the beginnings will be rough. It is always hardest to get started and get back into the pattern, but I have made it my resolution to try and make that happen on a more regular basis this year. So with that being said, I am going to make an effort to see what comes from the keyboard this morning. Wish me luck, and have a great week!
