It's been about a year since I've posted in this space, which sounds about right.
It's been over a year since I've written anything.
I started a new job last February. It's largely technical. I work with data, and I spend my days making sure it's right, and it's in the right place, and it's accessible from several analytical programs.
I won't lie. It's harder to enter a mental creative space than it used to be. I feel like the activities I do for 8 hours each day involve organizing and applying logic. And I think creativity is about tearing things apart and disorganizing things, so we can make new connections with the world.
It's also harder to relax about creating. It's an intimidating process now. It's an old boyfriend I once knew well, but now we've grown apart due to circumstance. We meet for drinks every now and then, but it's not as natural as it once was. We have a hard time getting past the awkward small talk. The conversation is stilted and unsatisfying.
Unlike an old boyfriend, perhaps, I'd really like to get back together with this artform. Like any relationship, it will take work. And it's all on me. Writing will not call me one day and ask if I'd like to go for a walk in the park. Writing will not DM me to see if I have plans for the weekend.
We can pick writing up any time we wish, and put it down any time we wish. It will not get jealous, and it won't be upset. But it will grow distant.
Perhaps if we are to stay current with our art, we need to treat it like a living thing, and one that we can't neglect. Or, like any relationship, we may find ourselves doing a lot of hard work just to get reacquainted.