I’m trying to be creative this week.
Yes, that’s impossible. I know. But I am. And it’s sad. Working to be creative just doesn’t…work. You have to be inspired, and have the creative spirit descend upon your being and move you in ways that are truly impossible otherwise. Anyway, that’s the only way can be creative.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a short story, called “7 Gifts”. It’s about a man struggling with the loss of his wife. Not that I’ve ever experienced anything close to what that must be like, but it seemed inspired. Who knows what people will be touched by it, or change some aspect of their heart or relationship for the better because of it.
As artists, I feel that that mindset is how we get out earthly enjoyment from our art. Sure, as artists, our work is for the glory and honor of God, and we should look for His pleasure in our offerings. But everyone enjoys seeing their fruits benefit in the immediate, and to see others have their lives changed, even in a small degree, is very rewarding.
But as for this week, the looming sensation of incompletion, something that strives for release, is crouching at the base of my skull. Kinda like the feeling you get when you know you forgot something… or there’s someone standing right behind you, frowning. It’s restlessness. I’ve felt it before. Intense restlessness building. Fortunately, I’m going across-country in two weeks, so maybe the feeling will get squashed for a few months afterwards. Happened last time. Perhaps again…
This is my wandering mind. I’m putting off a video project to write this. Just….an annoying nagging that I’m missing something again. Help a brother out if you know what it is.
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