This morning I woke up feeling quite dull and sullen. The sadness of the recent loss in my family came back after some brief reprieves during the last two days. When I saw that the Daily Post word prompt was “create”, it didn’t produce the usual early morning creative juices that get my fingers flying on my laptop keyboard. My mind was blank. I considered skipping posting today.
Sometimes when I’m at a loss for what to write, I refer to quotes. Today I googled “creative juices flowing quotes.” Sure enough a number of results popped up.
I read through several quotes, and found the following two were most helpful for my current situation:
“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
“All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.” — Julio Cortazar
Have you ever been in the middle of a conversation and forgot the word you wanted to say? Perhaps the first letter of the word popped in your head, or some associated thought or word? You struggle and struggle, and just decide to give up. Then, three minutes later, boom! Literally, BOOM! You remember the word. Well, for me, I think it works the same way with coming up with ideas. I gave up on the idea of writing a post this morning, made myself some breakfast, and then here I am writing something.
I remember when I was a serious dancer. I used to sometimes struggle choreographing a routine. I’d come up with something, but it looked forced and stilted. I then decided to just stop and really feel and experience the music. Feel it throughout my body. That would lead me to start moving freely, with my body as my figurative brain. The expressions came from deep inside me without analysis and planning. They were the best routines. I sometimes also say that my fingers racing on my keyboard have a brain. They write the post while my literal brain is almost sleeping or moodling elsewhere.
Sometimes I’m in the middle of some kind of activity. My mind is halfway concentrating on the task, and halfway thinking about several other things at the same time. Little observations or even “blips” of information heard, seen, smelled (or a combination of these things) takes residence in a part of my brain. Then something from another thought joins the others like the interaction of electrons. Suddenly I’m heading down a whole new path. I might see the destination, or enjoy a pleasurable ride as I reach the ultimate surprise at the end.