I've been mired in a thick swamp of creative paralysis for months. A combination of turning 50, self-publishing Cyn and comfortable clients have drug me into the quagmire of apathy. Large leaves of personal failure block the sun and I'm tired of dragging through the dark shadowed mud. I stand in the everglade, overwhelmed by her vastness. I grasp vines of self pity and allow them to wrap around my wrists. Eventually, subtly, they twist around my bicep and slowly inch toward my neck.
My life is wonderful. I would venture to say, not all that far from perfect. I'm finding it's not the best environment for creativity.
hey thanks for the follow, i know what you mean about the comfort of apathy... it happens to me everyday! haha. good luck and hang in there! i'll look forward to seeing you write.
ReplyDeleteThanks, nice to know I'm not alone. I need to stop chasing the ideas and get back to work.
ReplyDeleteYes, I find the same thing true for creating art. Get so overwhelmed with others' awesome images and techniques that I become paralyzed when I go to create my own work. Too much thinking, I think, and not enough creative play. Hang in there - it will come, Jerry.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jill!
ReplyDeleteI'm spending so much time doing client projects that I'm not doing anything for myself - and I'm continually learning how much I need to be creative. Need!