Creativity is long dead, is how I often feel. As if there is nothing new left to create, I try when I write to think of something different something new. Often I’m left refurbishing old ideas, changing, stretching details of over done concepts. When finished I’m left staring at the words in frustration, feeling nothing I write will ever live up to the expectations I’ve set.
Recently when it comes to writing stories I’ve been attempting to let thoughts guide me, and stop determining where a story will end. I get wrapped up in each character and I end up all over the place. I’m also beginning to accept maybe I’m a short story writer not a novelist. I’m been trying to use that to my advantage, trying to create short stories intertwined in a bigger story. Often falling short of my plans.
For now I’m just going to keep trying to write as much as possible, as I push down the thought creativity is dead and the possibility of creating something new is improbable. Forcing myself to continue and eventually I’ll settle in to something different, unless I continue to quit within the first several pages.
This is often the thought I’m lost within…
Is creativity dead
everything has been said
reused, recycled and refurbished
words have never been hushed
they speak and speak
and I just need to take a leak
speak your mind
rotted with memes
and recycled images
and call it unique.