I’ve spent many moments in the past year blissfully submersed in my stories. I’ve also spent many months struggling with what to do the rest of the time. Being a writer is, in fact, rather boring a lot of the time. A great deal of time is spent mulling over plot, character, figuring out how to get myself out of a corner I’ve written myself into, etc. It takes up almost as much time as the actual writing. Which has made me realize that how I live the rest of my life is as important as the time I reserve for writing.
The term “creative living” seems fairly self explanatory. It usually conjures a picture of someone pursuing a life devoted to or inspired by the arts. But I think about it in a broader way, as all the things in my life that inspire me and feed my storytelling. That feed my soul. My home, my garden, the places I travel, the food I eat, the things I make, the books I read, the performances and art that I see, the way I move my body, and the clothes that I wear. All of it.
I’m going to be sharing more of that here over the next few months while I work on my next draft, and I hope you’ll chime in along the way. Let’s start with this question. What does “creative living” mean to you?