Creativity And Fear
My whole life, I knew, I was a writer.
I can remember career skills class in twelfth grade where, after four years of the general crap your provincial/state education board requires you to know; ‘reading, writing arithmetic/how to cite a source/meet a deadline’ they realise:
Oh shit! So whatta you wanna do with all this knowledge now that you have this book learnin?
Enter career skills: where you try to figure out what might appeal to you; choose some vocation to earn a living for the next 35 years of your life. Piece o’ cake! Right?
I wondered why I had to decide on one. I liked science, art, humanities, health, perhaps a short time in dentistry or quantum mechanics might appeal to me in 15 years.
Ever present, like a monkey on my back, has been this voice…write, write, why are you not writing today?
As much as I would love it to shut up so I can continue to watch Teletoon at night, it persists and so I’m a bit of slave to it.
Like a lot of people, creativity to me is dangerous, it is for people with BFA after their names, who have magic gifts or the last name Picasso.
But here it is, I’m stuck with it. So I manage my fear, do the job that makes me money in the meantime, and listen to the wisdom of other writers.
Elizabeth Gilbert speaks at TED about nurturing creativity.
Our stories and our experiences are our own. chronicling them is not self-indulgent, flighty or a waste of time.
There will be another person touched by your creativity.
Nurture your secret desire for literary creations, sculptures or photography.
….There is nothing wrong with what you want to share with the world.