When it comes to creativity, it’s always perplexing to me why you can produce something worthwhile or even fairly easily one day and have such struggles on other days. Creativity truly is mysterious. And it is also the case when you create something that you might think is mediocre or insignificant, only to discover that others end up really liking or being engaged by it. What we think may not be very valuable in our stable of offerings turns out to be a gem once in a while.
I have to say I honestly don’t know how to really value most of what I create. In this newfound hobby of photography, I may post a photo online and think its a wonderful image and get three people liking or “faving” it. Another I am not so hot on, and it is cheered.
And when it comes to thinks I write, I have no idea. “Write for yourself”, some say. “Write what you would enjoy reading.” I write and sometimes I like what I read, and sometimes I am embarassed.
But I guess that is the honest wonder of it. What I may say and what another might read and hear and think can be very far apart, and something in a string of words might carry them some place precious, some place sentimentally significant, someplace emotionally pertinent.
That’s the wonder of words.