Creativity
A weeks or so back, at a very badly cobbled together work reunion (I know it was bad because I cobbled it), my lovely, yet challenging friend Ruth asked me to write something on creativity, in particular, difficulties surrounding being creative. My first response was ‘who the hell am I to write such a thing?’ Then I considered my long-standing love / hate and in / out relationship with creativity and that somehow my singer / songwriting glory days never quite got me to the Albert Hall, and well? Maybe I am capable of sharing something useful. Guess we’ll find out … Quick pre-ramble disclaimer: I’m writing this with absolutely no hardcore shock and awe statistics or facts, it’s just my little life (super condensed don’t worry) and a bit of intuition. My tale of creative peaks and valleys and of trying to cope with the creative gene, and it’s many built-in destructive tendencies. To begin at the beginning [insert 70’s time travel wibble-wobble here], my very first creative offering...