Oct 30, 2006 12:09
Here on LJ I've surrounded myself with writers, poets, artists and photographers ... ostensibly for the purpose of sparking the same creative thing within me. Creativity shared is creativity generated, right? It's not as if there's a finite amount in the world, and the more you have, the less I have. That's crap.
But I've noticed that even though I've done this, my own creativity is flagging. I'm not drawing, really -- I've doodled in my journal a little, just not recently. Writing is a struggle. I bring my journal with me everywhere, like I used to. When I have more than three minutes to myself, I open it ... and just stare at the page, more often than not.
I try to compose letters to friends, and it comes out the same blathering, drivel-full way.
Therefore, this post is me letting the Universe know: I am sick of this shit. I am a creative individual. I want to create, for fuck's sake! I don't care what's going on in my life; I don't care what little time I have. I should be able to use these things as a wellspring of inspiration. I shouldn't have to lower the bucket all the way just to come up with a few paltry drops. I should be able to dip from the top without using the bucket at all!
So why can I not do this? I am so frustrated with this issue.
self