Wondering Where the Creativity Comes From

 Since sometimes there just isn't a lot going on in my mind.

Sometimes you just start writing and a new idea or two just pops into existence. It's like the act of doing generates more for you to do. But that isn't always the case. I wouldn't call it writer's block, especially since I don't really recall ever having had that before, but I might call it a lull in the creative motions of life.

Maybe I write just to press forward. Flex a muscle that needs flexing. Doing when there isn't enough doing. Maybe start to build a bit of momentum in any direction that isn't static.

Reminders of Reminders

 Because I do want to speak to the future... but I seem to be reluctant to do it in any other form beyond writing... and art.

I would like to do video captured content. Something that better displays what and who I am now. I don't know if it will be for my posterity, since I don't know if I will ever be so lucky, but I do think it could be for others nonetheless. Friends... other family... strangers, even. I would like to leave a mark on the future world in some way. A positive mark would be nice.

So I better make a better plan to do it. I won't conveniently stumble into doing it so a plan is the only way. Set up the camera... keep it simple... no need for an elaborate script or anything. Just start talking and make it happen!

Creating in Small Chunks

 There is an inverse correlation derived from in the value of a great short story. Not to say that all short stories possess this quality but when it is done right it becomes so much bigger in a somewhat counterintuitive way.

The focus is more acute. The ideas are more simply displayed. The feelings are less muddled. The sharper the edge, the more potent the sword.

And... I think it all comes down to moments and attention span. We remember best the things the affect us the most, and most quickly. And when it takes less work to summarize and distill the main points and ideas we more easily project the value found therein to others... and our future selves.

The Beautiful Art of Life

 Is a motivating and inspiring and often under-appreciated thing.

Music changes my life. It makes me feel in certain ways, usually aligned with the vibe of its expressions and sometimes mixed with the nostalgia of shared moments of the past. Like a timeless sonic thread woven through the threads of my soul.

I am also quite impressed by the medium of movies/television... though, who isn't? The combined visual/auditory/storytelling/acting mediums can sink so deeply into my mind and heart sometimes. When the craft is so harmonious and personal and expressive... I am not in my place but, rather, someplace else entirely. Assisted daydreaming, I suppose.

I am glad I get to participate in the creation of art. It is an enjoyable activity despite the challenges and imperfections in my renderings. Doing is fulfilling in its own way.