Over the past two years I have had a number of eye-opening experiences regarding creativity. When I first began writing with the intent of publishing, I focussed solely on poetry. Then one morning, following an early walk with my dog, something peculiar happened. The idea for a chapter book began filtering into my mind; unraveling in its entirety while I stood there caught between enjoying the story and thinking ‘what the…’?! I had never experienced anything like it before, but I loved the storyline and decided not to overthink things. I jumped right into writing the book, which ultimately turned into a series.
Since then, I have had a number of wonderful experiences with the strange thing we call creativity. I’ve noticed that I enter the creative plane in a more noticeable sense when I’m walking or practicing yoga and meditation.
Have you ever had a similar experience? Do you feel as if we are solely responsible for our creative thoughts, or do you think there is more to it?
I used to think creativity was something that I could define. Now, not so much.
I would love to hear about your experiences!