When I was in high school, I wanted to read all the time. Which is great, except I didn’t read. I wanted to read Lord of the Rings or a James Bond story or some other contemporary book, but I was supposed to be reading Shakespeare or The Catcher in the Rye or Beowulf. So I ended up feeling guilty about not doing my studies and punished myself by not reading what I was assigned to read, nor reading what I wanted to read, either. Result = reading nothing.
Forty years later, I’m still suffering from the same crux. I want to write, but I have a million things I should be doing. My 90-year old house is crumbling around me and needs serious work. I’m a hoarder and I’ve got to start purging. I’d like to pick up a book, because I love to read and all writers need to read everything they can. I have a day job and I need to spend some time learning some new skills for it.
But, the house isn’t getting renovated. Once every couple of weeks, I do manage to fill a garbage bag or two. Sometimes I get to the library and check out a book, or read something by a friend. The job skills, well… they’re still on the list of undones.
And the guilt lingers (no, I’m neither Catholic nor Jewish, but I could be). I’m making no progress on my life, nor am I making any progress on my writing. I was excited when I started my blog. I thought it would get me back into the writing habit and wonderful things would happen. But I wrote 2 entries and ran out of ideas.
And there, as Shakespeare would say, is the rub. Has my creativity dried up? Are the ideas gone? Or am I just overwhelmed with the other stuff? I’m not sure I can, or I’m ready to, answer those questions. But I do know one thing. There’s only one thing I should be doing.
I should be writing.
What have you done to spark your creativity? Get some ideas? Start the words flowing again?