Creativity and me...

What do you do to improve your creativity?

The end of Summer - Peel Inlet

Was your childhood hapy or miserable? What did you want to be when you grew up? Do you remember when you found out there was no Santa?

I have often wondered if my own answers would be really honest. But maybe once you've been honest you find out people like you for it and the world doesn't implode.

Adam Zwar in 'The Agony of LIfe' said: "Life is hard, love is hard, but it's all pretty funny and no-one gets out alive."

It is good to keep this statement close to your heart and stop taking your life and yourself so seriously. You and everything you have done and achieved will end up on a pile of dust anyway.

One doesn't have to pursue unhappiness, but you can not avoid it either, it comes to you. You come into the world screaming.

You cry when you're born because your lungs expand. You breathe. I think that's really kind of significant. You come into the world crying and it's a sign that you are alive.

I don't know what it means 'the pursuit of happiness', all I know it is all about connection.

When you find someone you hate a lot, you should really look at it. It's bending toward that thing called love.

When you find someone you love, you love intensely, you should watch it. It's getting closer to its opposite.

One of the ironies of our complicated human nature.

Our own life script is filled with that sense of wit, irony, self-deprecation...

frustration and verbal richness we gathered walking our own path to fight everyday battles.

We like to share our individual life paths with people we trust and engage their sympathies alhtough that is not what we set out to do.

All we want is understanding.

Our creativity help us to open the window on sensitive material, we would not touch otherwise.

Once you have opened the window on contraversial material, it's very hard to close it, and you know your imagination gave you strength to get there....

You can make a poem that's the part of the current conversation.

Writing creatively is an opportunity to make a deep dive into content that is contemporaneous....

an opportunity to reflect in a way that might make reader to feel uncomfortable and confronted....

In life there is clarity and there is ambiguity and there is a natural parallel, and there is some connective tissure there and it is ofen subconsious and not conscious.

Creative writing opens up a conversation. And it ends up with unanswered questions inviting the reader to answer them: "Where do you want to go?"

"Where have you been and where do you want to go from there?"

I like to ask these questions myself when walking alone.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend I am alone in the world and I am just sort of abandoned.

In that world of total abandondment I become attracted to something, instinctively, and I research it, and my research becomes an adventure.

I take you with me on my travels, everyone likes adventures...creative writing takes you there every day of your life...

ONE BLOND HUBBER AND HIM

"You really think this is possible?"

He asked her in a burst

of desperation

suddenly so unsure

of his ability

to fit

in this

little creative world of ours

in our hubpage writing community.

"All I have now is one blond woman who thinks I am special,"

he moaned,

wanting to be out there,

to be heard, to be seen,

so fast

so quick

is there any of us who doesn't?

He is competing every day

with thousands of others

hub aspiring writers

wishing to swim

up and down

all the time

on that endless stream

of never drying out creativity.

There was something in her

that made him want to write,

to open his heart

and tap into his imaginative side...

Can he keep it?

Can he make it?

Can you let let him in

when he knocks so urgently

on your closed doors?

Hubpages is where everyone

can have a go

and take part,

and where all are welcome,

you say,

it's where you can see new talents

getting their first break

alongside the well established hubbers.

It's one of the reasons

hubpages are so popular,

lively, fresh, diverse

and exciting,

no matter what your taste is.

Every style you can think of

is on offer,

and some you never thought

is possible!

Hub circuit is a place

where the people are super friendly

and their comments generous

and responsive.

It opens up a new field

of opportunity

for hobby writers,

but it's an experiment,

certainly.

"If I can do it,

then you can do it."

That one blond hubber

said to him.

"It feels like an old summer camp thing,

you know,

somebody starts a story

and they pass it

to the next person,

so we tend to leave

each chapter with a problem

for the other person to solve,

or the question to ask

or the comment to leave...."

"I was always taking notes

on people

like some really awful

spy,

I was just a word-obsessed kid,

now I like to read

what other hubbers think,

it is moving and exhilarating..."

she disclosed something about her,

and he ponders,

ready to answer back:

"I like to blend facts and fiction,

the lives of real-life characters,

people who I really loved

to bring them vividly

back to life..."

"Those categories for me

are clearly defined,"

she answered back,

"I think the reader needs to know

exactly where they stand.

If you are writing non-fiction,

it means

that what you are writing is true and really happened,

however extraordinary it is."

"I like to write creatively,

to be inside somebody's mind

and their emotions,

and

in a sense,

inside my mind too,

because it's what I think

of a particular situation."

He said with a big broad smile,

feeling the exhilariation

of discovery.

"I like to write

with a certain

'emotional freight'

as a writer

it doesn't confine

where my imagination

will go,"

she replied,

"Tell me more about you,

tell me what are you thinking about

right now?"

She imagined him

sitting in a room

and he would look so sad,

so unsure of himself,

so beaten up,

but then,

he would start to tell

a story

and suddenly

he would come to life

and he would get funnier and funnier,

and his eyes would twinkle,

and his voice

would take on

whatever mood he was exploring...

always in motion...

always

full of

deep thouhts

and feelings...

She closed her eyes

to see those living people

he described

and their courage.

It was an act of empathy,

she listened

and imagined,

what that must have been like

for them

to a greater or a lesser degree.

So there are the facts

of his story

and there is how

that affects her

and how she can imagine

the life of another human being.

The one blond hubber

opened her eyes again

and started to write,

imagining herself

into those lives

without any break,

completely freely,

completely creatively.

Words radiant with tenderness

and empathy

for the human condition,

the language animated

by the need

to understand

the nature of desire

in all its form.

It was like a mysterious

electrical current

running through the sentences,

she sent the words to him

and he caught the writing fever too....

There is a whole lot of emotional energy

that comes

for everyone.

from our childhoods

and from what happened to us

and from how we are constructed,

he closed his eyes and started to play his guitar.

A psychological engine

of before,

nuclear reaction of now,

creating a kind of intensity

between them,

inside them

feeding each other

constantly

with wonders of a brilliant sunset

and impossibly large full moon

that never ceases to shine,

will it be large enough

to sustain their creativity?