In The Shadow Of Writer’s Block, Creativity LivesPosted: January 10, 2014
I’ve written this blog for almost five years. My ability to express myself has grown over those five years. My writing delivers my message more powerfully than it did at the beginning. I read my initial drafts and they make me smile. Being creative is cool.
Of course, my regular readers might have noticed that my creativity has not flowed in quite the same way recently. When I have an idea, the words to express it just don’t come. The ideas aren’t coming either. I suppose the nice thing about the lack of ideas is that I don’t have to struggle to express myself if I’ve no point to make.
I’ve had short periods of struggle before. Those periods make me certain that I’ll pull through this somewhat longer phase. My writing will flow again.
And yet, in the midst of this Sahara-like dry spell of mine, I run across occasional oases of creativity.
Yesterday, I took a break from my busy schedule of staring at an empty page. I didn’t realize when I opened the refrigerator that Creativity would be in there, peeking out at me from behind the yogurt.
I had no lunch menu in mind when I went to the kitchen. But after a few moments in the cold glow of the refrigerator light, I found inspiration. The idea was so clear. Sometimes my ideas come at in opportune times that require me to remember them or recall where I left the note I made about them.This wasn’t sometimes.
A clear idea at a time when I could create! I went to work; this inspiration would not fall by the wayside.
I could smell my leftover Chicken Parmesan warming in a sauté pan as I gathered the other ingredients. A whole wheat tortilla and a layer of baby spinach provided the bed for my tasty chicken. A few strips of red pepper provided a last-minute flourish. I folded the end and rolled the tortilla.
Yes, it is true. I invented the Chicken Parmesan burrito.
No, don’t thank me. I’m just the vessel that Creativity filled.
I’ve still got it. If I could just get it on paper.