I have trouble fancying myself a creative, or a writer, or a blogger for that matter.
I don’t know. I guess that I just think we all do what we do. And I blog. Which necessitates that I write. Which necessitates that I create. That I be creative.
Defining myself as a creative almost presumes that creativity oozes out of me. Which is certainly not the case. At least most days. Most days I labor over planting seeds, cultivating crops and harvesting ripened fruit. Only to wring my hands and squeeze until I am blue in the face for a worthwhile drop of juice.
For me, the process is always evolving but it always consists of these staples.
1. Surrounding myself with inspiration. Reading good books and blogs. Listening to great music. Talking big ideas with challenging friends. And always being up for an epic adventure.
2. Finding a safe blank canvas. It’s the weirdest thing but the only place I really enjoy writing is in the “Edit Post” space in WordPress. It just feels like a comfortable shelter for my thoughts to live before they are ready for the world.
3. Honing my skills. Always asking the question “What can I do better?” and searching fearlessly for the answer.
4. Giving myself time and space. As an extrovert, shying away from the crowd so I can give my ideas the time and space to take root is definitely the most cumbersome part of the process.
What does your “creative process” look like?