Category Archives:Creativity


It’s now mid-August. I want to write, but I haven’t been writing.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. I haven’t been writing as much as I would like to. When I do write, I can’t finish the posts. They just ramble off into nothing.

I’ve been tweeting too, but maybe I’ve been wasting my words in 140 character bursts.

But that’s not even the entirety of it. I’ve been grasping at words for months. They won’t come, at least not in coherent paragraphs.

They’re unformed, ephemeral. When they do come, it’s at the most inopportune times. When I should be working, or when I’m trying to fall asleep (and I’ve been struggling to sleep for months), or when I’m in the car, with both hands on the wheel.

Where and when do you blog?

I’ve got a whole bunch of half-written blog posts in the drafts folder on my blog.

I often get ideas for posts just before I go to sleep, or while I’m at work, so I take a few notes and leave the post “until I get home”. Often when I get home, I’m tired, or I’ve lost the impetus; sometimes I’ve just forgotten completely.

I think the biggest problem though, may be the location of my computer.

In our home, all the computers are together in one location in our living room. It was a choice we made for accountability. With the kids computers there, nothing could be hidden, and we could keep an eye on what the kids were seeing online. I’m also setting an example that they can see that I’m not looking at things that they shouldn’t see.

The flipside of this is that the kids are constantly around, or the TV is going in the background. I can very quickly slip into a game and block out what’s going on around me, but for me, writing or designing requires a different brain-space, and the background distractions make it nearly impossible.

I’m not quite sure how to resolve this situation at the moment.

Where and when do you blog? Can you blog/write/design in a noisy environment?

In hiding

I skipped church today. I needed some time and space to myself. Yet I frittered it away on mostly useless things (actually, a lot of it was on one particularly useless game).

I’ve recently taken some time to talk to the muso and the poet. I asked both of them how they managed to keep the passion and their creativity alive.

They both gave the same answer. They’ve both built their lives to allow time and space for their passions.

For some reason though, when I make the space, I fill it up with stuff or fritter it away.

What am I afraid of?