a lack of imagination
This may sound like a dig, and I don’t mean it to be…
But how can you non-creative human beings bear to live?
As I drove to our Sekrit Writing Cave today, I thought about all those years I wasn’t writing. Only I realize now–I was.
I wrote letters. Corresponded on internet forums. Took imaginative meeting notes and composed hilarious PTA announcements.
In addition, I quilted and cross-stitched, sewed adorable kid-clothes and costumes, Indian beaded on a loom and with the brick stitch and peyote stitch, stuffed sock monkeys, and gardened. I cooked, cleaned, ran errands and changed diapers, volunteered and took care of three kids, a husband and an elderly mother. But I always had some creative outlet, even if I could only spend 10 minutes a day on it.
If I didn’t, I was insane.
There are lots of people out there who don’t feel that way. They go to work, come home and do something like watch sports. Now, I like baseball. I think it’s great if you coach your kid’s team.
But really? Is that your only interest? Nothing else? Not art? Music? Literature?
I confess, I wonder about people who don’t have anything to express.
Where are your souls?