Posted by Kelli Joan Bennett
Day 232. The sprinklers sound like wind. Maybe it is wind? Maybe it’s the sprinklers. Maybe it’s both. I’m not sure. Just typing that makes me realize I’m also not sure what I’m going to do today. Write? Make notes? Hang out on Twitter all day? Go to the movies? Watch the Yankees? Read? Do nothing? Or maybe, all of the above. I had a great day yesterday working on the film projects. I’ll probably do more of that. After 231 days of my yearlong experiment in prolific creativity, I’m used to “prolific” meaning creating everyday. No exceptions. Like brushing your teeth. I wake up and I create. It’s a reminder that any kind of creating—creative thinking, creative work, creativity in general—is a muscle. It gets stronger the more we use it or it can atrophy when we don’t use it. Whatever I decide to do today, I’ll do it creatively so I build my creative muscle by creating it.
Until tomorrow, create from what you have…creative iron to pump.