This week, I have the honor of serving for jury duty.
Seriously, I’m not being sarcastic. Sure, it’s already been a long process and will probably go a few days longer still. Sure, it’s thrown off my schedule and left me scrambling to get things done at home. But it’s a pretty important part of our constitution and a way to serve my country.
Also, it’s my first time and, as a writer, I’m endlessly curious about all of it. The people, the process, everything.
Anyway, I haven’t had the wherewithal to come up with a brilliant post for you, this Wednesday. Instead, I dug out one of my favorite old posts. Think of it like those perfectly broken in jeans. They’re old, but they’re soft and fit you like they were made for you.
Okay…so this isn’t that amazing. But still, it’s a bit of fun for your mid-week enjoyment.
Also, it asks a very important philosophical question…
Sometimes, I feel overflowing with creative energy. I’m driven to make something, anything. My writing calls to me, sweetly, begging me to sit down and pour out the words.
Other times, I feel like I’m looking into a dark, dry well. I send my bucket down, hoping for a few drops of creativity to soothe my parched spirit, but there’s nothing to be had.
What drains the well, and what fills it back up again?
I don’t have the whole answer for you, but it’s at least partly a matter of the balance between play and focus. Sometimes, when we’re working on a big creative task, we get so focused on getting it done, we forget to enjoy ourselves, to play around with it. That lack of play drains our spirit, leaving us feeling barren. On the other hand, when we allow ourselves room to play, even if it’s not with the project at hand, we refill that well.
Lately, I’ve been struggling to find the enthusiasm I need to keep going on several goals, especially my novel-in-progress. We’ve had a couple of big upsets in the family. I think that’s thrown me off. But more than that, I think I’ve been too intent on just getting my goals done. I’ve forgotten why I set the goals in the first place and the joy with which I first embraced them. That lack of just plain fun has sapped my creativity.
We have a running joke in our family. Whenever we think we misheard someone, we repeat back to that person what it sounded like s/he said. Sometimes, we’re reasonably close. Other times, we’re wildly, hilariously off.
We’re not alone. Lots of folks do this all this time, often without even knowing how off the mark they are.
You see this especially with song lyrics:
*May be a wee bit NSFW, due to language (but only two or three instances…and said in such a great accent…so there’s that).
In terms of pets, I’ve never been a big fish person. They’re pretty (some of them) and soothing to watch, but I’ve never found them to be very interactive. I prefer something furry I can snuggle or play fetch with. But the fish in the video below has me rethinking things a little:
A big thank you to my daughter, who introduced me to this video. She’s like a walking search engine for good articles and videos.
Ordinarily, on Fridays, I share a funny, inspiring or otherwise interesting video. This week, I’d like to hear from you. Share your latest post link in the comments or link to another article/video you found interesting, inspiring or entertaining.
Last week, I shared one of my musical inspirations with you, Kevin Olusola. Not only does he create beautiful music on my favorite instrument, the cello, but he plays so joyfully. It’s beautiful to watch as well as listen to him.
Another of my inspirations are The Piano Guys. They both play so beautifully, and the cellist radiates passion and joy in his playing. My favorite piece of theirs is O Come, O Come Emmanuel.
I’m learning this piece on the cello right now. I’ve roughly got the first minute and a half or so, but I’ll need a lot more skills to play the rest of it, including learning new fingering positions. In the mean time, I’m enjoying absorbing every moment of The Piano Guys playing.