It’s a funny thing, creativity.
Maybe you’re lucky and have it blooming from your fingertips, and you get to pick the cream of the crop.
Maybe you’re frustrated, and it’s trapped and building up like water in a hosepipe with a knot in it.
Mine is elusive. I never thought it could be governed by rules. But lately, I’ve come to understand two things about it. First of all, it’s so very true what they say – that creativity is like a muscle. It does need to be exercised, and the more it is exercised, the stronger and more flexible it becomes. The other thing: I know that my mind and my body need to be in their best form for creativity to sprout. Since in moments of darkness my creativity cannot bloom, I must do all I can to prevent those moments of darkness from closing in.
These are lessons to myself.