Thoughts on creativity

Creativity is such a strange bedfellow. It warms you, sometimes. It guides you, sometimes. It frustrates you, sometimes. It refuses to leave, always.

There are plenty of days when I wish that my creativity would take all these disparate parts and bring them together into a cohesive whole. Instead, creativity somehow finds a way to horde the pieces and then mercilessly taunt me with them.

Just when you think your partnership, this messy intertwining catastrophe, can’t survive another day, creativity relents, wraps itself around your sullen, beating heart and turns those partial ideas into tangible living reminders that you just might pull this off.