There are two kinds of creativity.
The kind that comes with boundaries.
And the kind that
I make my living inside the boundaries.
Someone has something to say;
they hire me to help them say it
This arrangement involves goals,
Sometimes I rue
completely derail all the amazing and groundbreaking work I want to do
get in the way.
they get me to an end
usually a pretty good one. Because,
What happens when someone wraps up
a blank slate
and gives it to you for Christmas?
Isn’t this the
Wouldn’t you sacrifice
a month’s worth of La Croix for
this when you’re right
in the middle of:
“We need this (32nd) round of revisions
so we can run your copy past
three more committees
who will systematically
last tidbit of
Yes. Yes, it is.
Now that you have a blank slate
all to yourself,
your creative thoughts have
Words fail you now?
Looks like all you’ve got left
are some nasty voices
This better be good.
You need to fill that space
that makes everyone
and wish they’d thought of it
Might as well give up now.
(The perfectionist brain >>> the original bully. !!)
Looks like it’s time to do
what I tell my children
when overwhelm sets in.
Sounds about right.
For my new sign,
and pretty much everything else.
Here’s to starting somewhere, friends.
P.S. Thanks to R-girl for quite possibly the best Christmas present ever (which she customized perfectly with a Christmas Vacation quote).
P.P.S. Speaking of words, I’ve finally joined the ranks of several good friends, my daughter, and apparently the rest of the blogging world by choosing my word for 2017. No resolutions for me, but I do have my word. If you ask me in person, I’ll gladly share—but, otherwise, I’m holding it close and looking forward to seeing how it takes shape this year.