Reading and writing are in themselves subversive acts. What they subvert is the notion that things have to be the way they are, that you are alone, that no one has ever felt the way you have.
I’ve been neglecting my blog. I’m writing a lot but it’s mostly journaling. I’ve become a rabid – I mean avid – journaler. There is a new poem about our dog, which I might post later today. And there’s a blog post about the death of focus and deep work in the epoch of screens. But it’s only half done. I keep getting distracted. I think I’m learning, though, that distraction isn’t exactly the problem. It’s an epidemic of addiction to psychological stimulation. The smartphone-enhanced brain of 2019 is constantly seeking the dopamine hit of incoming stuff.
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Thank you! One think I believe about creativity is that it’s collective, tribal. There can’t be output without input. The best thing I can do to be creative is to make time to read.
I’m in the deepest creativeness chasm I’ve ever experienced.. I’m actually even getting things with which to plant/re-seed. (I’m looking forward to your dog poem, and to the new post regarding the death of focus and deep work in this time of many screens.)
Taking a bus trip to visit my Parents gave me some time to ponder, so I developed an idea that I might write up as a science fiction short story. It has dolphins and robots as some of the main characters. Interesting how inspiration comes when I least expect it. It’s fun to get creative.