On rediscovering creativity

Life can get in the way of things, things that are really quite important. Creativity can be one of the first things to go; when you’re tired or stressed, or in pain, or suffering. It seems frivolous. When you are busy thinking about how to get enough energy to prepare the next meal, or if the work will keep coming in, or if the children are happy at school, creativity is waaaay down your list of priorities; so far down that it’s probably just dropped quietly off the bottom altogether, without you even noticing.

Recently I’ve been rediscovering my own creativity. It dropped off the bottom of my own list, for a good few years. When I was a child, I was always doing something creative. Making up stories, creating dolls and their costumes out of paper, playing music, make-believe games, simple daydreaming. And now, some of those things are coming back. I’m playing the piano again, I’m singing sometimes. I’m rediscovering creativity through mobile photography – my #project366 on Instagram. I haven’t done it everyday, but I’ve done it enough that I’m noticing an improvement in my phoneography skills and in my eye for a picture opportunity, and regular bursts of creative impulses firing off in any direction that I will allow. Is that a clumsy metaphor? I don’t know, possibly, but I don’t care because it expresses what’s happening.

I’m also noticing, as I get to the end of my degree (which seemed a thousand leagues away until just recently), that my studies have awakened my curiosities and made me eager to learn. I’ve loosened up my language, switching from the prescriptivism of the Grammar Police to descriptivism and the pure joy of language for its own sake, seeing how it changes and evolves and gets manipulated for our own purposes. I am on track for a good degree classification and a career aim to work towards.

I am writing again. I stopped writing for a long time, and told myself that I’d pick it up again when my degree was over, when my energy levels returned, when I had some motivation again. And now I’m picking up stories that were so close to being finished before being abandoned and I’m dusting them off and seeing what they need. I’m doing Morning Pages every so often – purists would be appalled but I’m doing enough to realise why people rave about the practice. And I have new stories coming into my head and a stack of notebooks to capture them, pin them down and develop them slowly, returning focus to the stories I’m working on, knowing that they’re there waiting for when I’m ready.

I am finding creativity exciting, and that, in turn, is helping me to get through some difficult times. So much so that, despite everything that is happening, I can still see that life is a beautiful, glorious thing.

#project366 Week 14

This is Emily yesterday aged 5. The photo on the wall behind is from 30 years ago of me and my brother. Mini-me! 🙄
library-loving kids
First night of our brand new book club! A fabulous night, full of chat both literary and otherwise, brilliant insights into Margaret Atwood’s short story collection Stone Mattress, and seeing lovely people. Not to mention these gorgeous biscuits made by Jaene! Can’t wait till next time.
Playing roald dahl brain box
New technology. Hmm.
Watching a video before getting it ready to upload to YouTube. Our 21st century life.

#project366 Week 13

One quarter of the way through the year, and well into spring!

I’m amazed that I’ve done as well on the #project366 as I have. It’s been a fairly difficult start to the year, and there have definitely been times when I didn’t feel like taking a photo but tried to anyway; times when I just didn’t get one taken but on other days I had a few; and times when I genuinely couldn’t post, hence the odd irregular week. This is one of those weeks, so we’re kicking off with a picture of emily that wasn’t strictly in the #project366 but I thought it was cute and I was probably a picture short somewhere along the line anyway…

“Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin” – Year 1 Spring performance
Back street; proper old miners’ cottages. I really loved the blue gates and coal shed doors on these, and the quaint tidiness. Note the intrusion of the 21st century,with the sky dish on one house!
Spooky old house in the middle of the village. Feels like it has a story.
Daniel’s made the Chocolate Factory

Skechers – I’ve come over to the dark side, and they’re like walking on air…

Easter Saturday weather

Easter Sunday

#project366 Week 11


Happy birthday Russell 🙂

In hysterics playing su-sussed

Pact Coffee are amazing. Husband was gutted his favourite roast was gone and they sent him a new pack – but for free because it had been roasted 2 weeks ago! When you think of supermarket ground coffee and how long it sits on shelves… All I can say is we love Pact and I don’t know if we’ll ever buy coffee from anywhere else!

Ice cream at @kaspasdesserts Newcastle
In the Apple store