Sensory overload...
A stark, white sheet staring back at me...
Give me a blank piece of paper and tell me to write or draw something of my choosing, off the top of my head, and I freeze; my mind goes blank. Give me a thought, concept, or an idea to take and expand upon, however, and I am "off to the races" as they say. My creative juices are flowing and kicking into gear.
I can only imagine the pressure famous writers and artists feel to create "another masterpiece," time and time again. Please don't mistake what I am saying; I am not including myself in, and with, those esteemed groups of creative geniuses. I write for fun and pure muse, however, what if I was doing it for a living?!?? How do "the greats" keep the thoughts coming, the creative juices flowing? I have been MIA for the past couple of months partly due to the craziness of life and partly due to those stark, white pages staring back at me.
Speaking of life, life is a wealth and great source of material, albeit bad with the good. Interesting how the lack of an idea for my next posting became the subject. Life has a funny way of working itself out, per se.
