It’s odd that this is the writing prompt of the day since it was just last night as I lay down for sleep that my mind was flooded with this very question. I forced myself to sit up and grab hold of my iPad so I could write about personal creativity and how it finds me.
So what is that moment when creativity flows? It’s when I’m depressed, when I’m down enough to have something decent to say but still clinging to enough joy so that I find the energy and enthusiasm to write about it.
Gotta milk it, for it comes upon me like that moment just before the climax of a song, when you’ve made it through the melancholy movement and now it’s about to explode. Harness that, but don’t go too far down or too high up, ride the wave between mania and depression. There’s little difference between the two extremes.

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