Category Archives: Creativity

Writing on the Wall

So I’ve hit a wall.

I’ve got plenty going on in my life right now, a lot of it really good, but for some unknown reason I’m having a very difficult time writing about it, here or in my journal. It’s a common enough occurance in the life of a writer, but damn is it annoying when it happens.

The last time I went through this was at least 5 years ago, and it was hell. I’d sit down, journal in hand and pen at the ready, and I simply couldn’t start. The blank pages taunted me.

This time round I have both a blank page and a blank screen to face, and it’s not any better. Perhaps it’s because my focus is changing, but my writing habits haven’t yet. The moment my pen hovers over the paper a couple decades of habit come into play, and it’s a struggle to not fall back into those comfortable ways.

Well, you’ll just all get to come along for the ride then, won’t you?

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Time Tells

Years ago, after hearing about it from a particularly enthused person, I picked up a copy of The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I read it, I liked parts of it, and thought why not try what she suggests?

For a while I was very faithful to her idea of doing morning pages, and just as faithful to the idea of an artist’s date. Then one day, I missed doing the MP’s, and then I got rather spotty at doing them, and then something came up, and then… and then I stopped doing them altogether. I kept meaning to go back to it but the habit hadn’t really set yet, and it was easy to say I’ll start again tomorrow. Well, that was over a year ago. I was a bit better about the AD’s, but eventually those flagged too and got put on the list of things to do when I’m done everything else.

You know that list – we all have one.

So why write about another failed experiment?

Well it turns out that it wasn’t as much of a failure as I thought. No, I’m not doing morning pages regularly, but I am writing. And while I don’t do regular artist dates, I’ve noticed that I give myself more opportunities for them to happen; for instance, my sweetie and I got a membership to the Vancouver art gallery, and I’ve been there more often in the past few months than during my whole time in Vancouver.

Some would call it indulgent, but I think Ms. Cameron’s onto something. Who knows? Maybe I will get around to doing those morning pages again…