Writing about not writing

[holly_evolving]

So, I signed up for NaNoWriMo, and totally failed. Did not compose a single word. I could blame work, which is mentally exhausting in November, but that doesn't fly when I look at the creators I admire. Neil Gaiman and Wil Wheaton both write every day, even if they've spent dawn till dusk doing the irritating parts of being famous.

No, I think I know what's happening here.

Grace asked me a while ago if I thought that happiness harmed creativity. I don't, and I'll site those to famous fellas again as proof. They are both super happy in their lives. What they aren't is complacent.

Complacency is what closes you off to creativity. Complacency is what puts your ambition to sleep. If you are satisfied that things are good enough the way they are, then you lose the need to do more.

The status is not quo.

And watching TV and movies, and playing video games...these things are not creative. Sure, I'm appreciating art, but I'm not creating it or even practicing creating it. Consuming art does not promote creativity, only creating it does.

So I'm writing about how I'm not writing. Which isn't particularly good, but it's better than not writing at all.

That's a tad recursive.

It's awfully warm for December here in Jersey.

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[vayshedruvon.livejournal.com]

Parts of that were why I had to ban myself from reading until I finish one of my three NaNoWriMo books. I was falling too much into the "well, I'll just read books that are great!" way of thinking.