The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand

I worry too much about bursty creativity. I've told myself that I shouldn't make more than one blog post a day, for example, because what I really want is a steady, sustainable flow over time. So, I would write down a little note to myself to post about it tomorrow. Tomorrow would come, and I would find that my passion for the idea had faded, and I would end up posting nothing.

No more.

I've talked before about the fear of "running out of awesome;" how in roleplaying games I would hold onto my cool ideas until exactly the right moment out of fear that I wouldn't come up with new ideas. Improv taught me that those fears were groundless, that awesome begets awesome. A year ago I did my "12 (or 14) Days of HG,WT: FAFGM-mas" experiment. Looking back, it was both the extreme in bursty creativity and probably the best work I did in that format. So, while I'm not a fan of New Year's Resolutions (at least of the behavior-changing-accomplishment variety, for reasons that really are their own post), in this new year, I'm going to strive to make hay while the sun shines, creatively speaking.

Comments

[Mick Bradley]

Yeah. This is beauty.