I’m not a creative person.
There … I’ve said it, it’s out there in black and white on my screen. Just read an excellent post in The Daily Post, about ‘hacking’ creativity. According to the author, it can be done. I often come across posts like that but they only result in me feeling worthless. While reading them, like I did now, this morning, I’m in total agreement with what he’s talking about — it’s all so right and true. But while in the process of reading … on a side track, so to speak, my mind tries to come up with something that could apply to me, but I fail miserably. I click of a few of the commenters, to see if perhaps there are any likeminded people out there, only to find out there’s not. They’re all so good, they write flash fiction, or they are artists of some sort. I don’t even feel the urge to write flash fiction but what the hell is it I do want to write about, I ask myself.
A well-known author once said; «Write about something you know well.» Okay, so I know a few things really well. Myself, for one. Who would want to read about me?! I’m not even sure I like me at times. I like to take photos, but that’s not something I can write about. I just like it, and I’m not very good at it. Besides, I would drown in an ocean of happy amateur photographers who write, very insightful about aperture, shutter speed and ISO. I’m not even sure I want to learn all that technicalities of the camera! [Oh my, this post is really getting to be so full of confessions!] I shoot in f8 most of the time and let the camera take care of the rest. Isn’t that why I paid thousands of dollars for the damned thing?! You can only shoot so many waterfalls, with silky-looking water.
There was a certain time in my life when I was a little bit creative, methinks. It had to do with Photoshop. Perhaps that phase is just over … maybe me life goes in cycles, and I’m out of that?! It was intense and it lasted, perhaps, three years.
There, I’ve already written 350 words, only about myself. I’m still in my comfort zone, and I’m not sure how to get out of it. It’s warm and cozy here, at my desk, the coffee is really good. Maybe I should get dressed immediately and get out in the -14ºC windy outdoors?! That certainly would put me in a not so comfortable zone. Would that make me a better blogger? Hardly!
I live in a dream of some type of social blogging, with lots of interaction, and I don’t think that’s around anymore. I’m like a drug addict who’s trying to re-create the first kick. Today, you have to be, either ‘a writer’, an accomplished photographer, an artist or doing some type of craft. That’s not who I am … I don’t have any ambitions of getting published, and I don’t want to sell anything. I just want to have fun online.
What is fun, anyway?! Well, to me, it’s the interaction of it all … meeting new people … not just “Nice blog!” But if I don’t have an engaging subject to write about, that’s not very likely to happen.