In the new house, my husband has designated a room as our (joint) “creative room.” It’s a large room, and half of it will have his music stuff, and his writing computer, and half will have…. well, cloth and gourd painting.
I’m not sure how this is going to work out in the long run, because I usually take my day off on weekends by running around cleaning the house, something beat into me at a very young age. That’s my “fun” and day off. And I feel guilty if I spend more than a few hours doing something that’s not work and not paid for.
But he says we’re going to do this one day a week. And who the hell knows? He might have something.
He says the kids are grown, and we should have time for the things we want to create, kind of like in the last house we started using the good China and silverware, because otherwise we’d die with it intact, and who wants our used stuff? It would end up in a thrift shop somewhere, probably broken up and bought by people who didn’t value it, anyway.
It’s almost scary to contemplate doing that, and keep in mind it’s at least two months away. Right now that room and every room is just boxes, which I’ve started using as furniture (putting things on) because I do that.
But we’re going to designate a room a weekend and start unpacking. We have to because the cats hate being confined and are starting pee-disputes. Over my editing chair. And that can’t go on.
Again, I have no clue if it works. I am not even sure what “creative” is. Is my fillet crochet creative?
Waggles hand. I just follow a pattern. I used to call it, and cross stitch occupational therapy. It keeps my hands out of trouble while the brain goes into blank-screen. It’s very restful. But creative? Nah.
Is drawing/painting creative? Kind of. It’s mostly learning, because I’m so bad at it.
Is writing creative? Often. Though you know, it’s also a pattern, but it has more thought and leeway.
What I do know — and Amanda Green has pointed it out to me, if I didn’t — is that I need some sort of non-writing creating to keep me writing. Used to be I took drawing classes (Will have to look at new city and see if they exist, after house sells and we have some free money.) And it allowed me to use parts of my brain the writing doesn’t use, which rested the writing parts. (I know it makes no sense. Go with it. It worked anyway.)
Apparently the fires of creation, whatever the heck they are, run down if they are used too many times on the same mode.
There are other things that feed the creation. I suspect they are highly individual. For me, reading or going to museums. Used to be long night drives too. (I became night blind at 40, so….)
Just driving, playing music, and something jigged or jogged.
Sure you can write/create on nothing. And often you can’t tell afterwards. I’ve been reading over/proofing the fairy tales I did on my blog, in order to get them out next week. And I’m surprised how ridiculously cheery they are, because a lot of them were written in the pit of depression and “arid mind.”
But things are better, and…. catch fire more, if they are written in the fires of creation.
For me that is used to feed the writing. I don’t know what it feeds in you. I mean, I know cooking pulls from the same place, because if writing is blocked, I also can’t cook. (And produce some of the most bizarre, incoherent meals you’ve ever seen, if forced to.)
But if you find what feeds your fires of creation, you’ll be happier. And so will those around you.