So I’ve been thinking a lot recently about inspiration for creativity – I’ve written a bit about it here too. I am incredibly self-conscious in everything I do, and constantly second guess myself. Good for some things, not for others. Being creative requires a certain amount of flow – it has to be natural, sometimes spontaneous, to be really good and that can be difficult if you’re worried about being wrong/silly. So today I finally had a bit of a day off, and got home from the shops, broke out the notebook, and wrote this based on my observations and experiences in the last hour:
rain darkens the sky
bruised purple, night closes in
I head for shelter
I really, really enjoy reflecting on something as mundane as popping out to the shops and hoping to get back before the rain starts – I’m happy with that little haiku.
I kept the notebook out and wrote a silly wee sentence because I was just in the mood for writing, and realised that I had written it in exactly 17 syllables, without trying. I fear it may be time to stop second guessing myself.
Damn. I just ran out of wine, but it’s raining outside. Dilemma. Hmm.