Once again, one of my Triberr mates has stepped up to share their POV on creativity. Toby Neal lives a wonderful life in Hawaii, a place I’ve love to return to (hint hint). What a place t surround yourself with beauty.
The Creativity Series: Guest Post
Filling the creative well: Toby Neal
Creativity flows from depth of exposure to sensory input. Let me say that again: creativity flows from depth of exposure to sensory input.
Without sounds we’ve known, where would music come from? Without images we’ve seen, colors we’ve boggled at, shapes we’ve felt, where would new works of art come from? And, without stories, legends, fairy tales, poetry, and even journal articles, where will original narrative spring from?
New work arises from the bones of old—just as new life arises from a remix of DNA.
I’ve written before about the marvelous, magical brain and how it’s always cooking things up (Idea Mining) but with a dearth of exposure, how can new ideas emerge? In a hectic, overstimulated world with too much of one kind of input (like electronics) from whence will rise the next Michelangelo? Without time—time to wander, and putter, and percolate on rich sensory input, who could give birth to genius?
And by this, I’m not talking about retreating for six months to Esalen in Big Sur, meditating naked—(though that could be fun) I’m talking about walking in nature for awhile, letting the eyes wander where they will, picking out the butterflies trying to fly while they mate (not graceful) and the mynah bird chasing a cockroach.
Breathing deep that smell of moss under a tree, a smell like the underside of a mushroom, cool and slightly sour.
Listening to rain falling, the parrot next door screaming “Pretty bird!” and cars honking.
Processing it. Something will emerge later from what is deeply felt and fully experienced.
I am, right now, primarily a writer (of all my creative dabbling.) Two days ago I finished Black Jasmine, my third complete novel and best first draft to date (in my optimistic opinion, though my daughter tells me I say that of all of them.)
I am suffering the aftermath of creative overdrive, a mildly depressive state like oncoming flu. Nothing feels quite right, nothing tastes quite right, and quite frankly life looks pretty empty with nothing but fascinating work, loving family, good friends, life in paradise and rewriting in my near future.
Bleah, and bah humbug. I miss my characters. I miss my book, the constant nagging obsession of it. I’m annoyed I feel this way, finding it neurotic and even narcissistic, and I wonder if I should go to therapy. Oh yeah, I’m a therapist. I hope that means I’m okay, but I’m far from certain of it.
I wonder if I’ll ever write again.
I apparently suffer from being a writer.
But now is the time to fill the creative well, trust the process, know that new ideas are already bubbling in the substrata of my busy brain…they just need more to feed on. Like busily multiplying bacteria, they need stuff to digest. I need to throw a few bodies into the creative well for my rabid imagination to stew upon. No doubt, you do too.
Slow down enough to process the sensory input around you, and let it fill your creative well.
Toby Neal was raised on Kauai in Hawaii and makes the Islands home after living elsewhere for “stretches of exile” to pursue education. Toby enjoys outdoor activities including bodyboarding, scuba diving, photography and hiking as well as writing. A mental health therapist, she credits that career with adding depth to the characters in the Lei Crime Series.