What’s on the iPod: Where You are by Rascal Flatts
Before you think the heat’s gotten to me, let me explain the title of this post. As I was sitting crafting poetry the other day – me, the person least likely to have time to write poetry – I couldn’t help but wonder where the devil the urge came from. I love writing fiction, love writing business copy, can’t get enough article writing, but poetry? I love reading it. Writing it was something I did in high school and once or twice for college courses. I guess I just left it behind.
Until recently, that is. It started when I had house guests in April, taxes were due, and I couldn’t get to the computer to check email let alone work. I remember having a spare hour one morning, so I sat down to fulfill a request; a friend whose husband had passed didn’t want a card from me – she wanted a poem. She remembered my high-school scratchings (my mother was showing some of my poems to anyone slow enough to be cornered).
So in that spare hour I sat down and wrote a poem for her, spoken to her husband, remembering the reasons why we as kids loved seeing him and his family. Then in that same hour, I wrote another one. Huh? Where did that come from? Since then, it’s as though I’m pseudo-Emily Dickinson minus the macabre levels of depression.
Maybe it was the back-to-the-wall feeling that usually gets the creative juices stirred up, or maybe it’s because the chum churned up in my life recently needs somewhere to rest. I’m finding huge relief in the creative process that gives me a little break from, well, my other creative process. How weird is that?
I think I know what’s up. I’m writing the books because I want to make money on them someday. I’m writing articles, blogs, newsletters, press releases, white papers, etc. because I am making money on them. The poetry, so far, is the release valve. No pressure, no expectations. Just get it on paper and enjoy the hell out of creating something just for the sake of the creation.
And I think we all need that step away from the money train, so to speak. We look for things to do that don’t have the usual pressure to get it done lest we starve or can’t afford electricity. For me, right now, it’s poetry.
What’s it for you right now? How do you step back from professional creativity and find creativity just for you?