Welcome to the final week of the month-long Carnival of Creative Mothers to celebrate the launch of The Rainbow Way: Cultivating Creativity in the Midst of Motherhood by Lucy H. Pearce which has been Amazon.co.uk’s Hottest New Release in Motherhood for the past week!Today’s topic is The Creative Process. Do read to the end of this post for a full list of carnival participants.
I am delighted to be taking part in this Carnival of Creative Mothers and to be a very small contributor to this wonderful book. Please do get your hands on a copy if you get the chance. Here’s my post on my creative process…I never wrote before I became a mother. Sure I wrote essays and assignments for school and college – and I always thought that I would write at some stage – but I never actually wrote anything just for me until I started this blog. I am the author of some heart-breakingly embarrassing teenage love poetry that will never see the light of day but that was less self-expression and more “something I should be doing” as an angsty and tortured misfit.
Something about becoming a mother opened a creative door for me. I find now that even though I don’t publish as often as I did when I began blogging, I write all the time. It feels like it just has to get out. What might not be a popular thing to share is that it comes very easily to me. I don’t ruminate and suffer for the sake of a few hundred words.
If I have nothing to say, I simply don’t.
But then a thought appears. First like a slight change in air pressure where I think “what’s this?”, followed by a light breeze picking up and gently swirling around my head. And then it grows into something bigger and gathers strength and speed. It demands more of my concentration. An atom of a thought becomes a molecole of several. Then its energy pulls in words, a turn of phrase here and there, sentences, paragraphs until really a piece of writing is fully formed.
It can rumble like faraway thunder for a few days. Sometimes, it rumbles then wanes only to re-emerge a few months later.
But mostly lightning follows and I open a new page and literally transcribe what’s in my head. Straight down in one sitting, all in one go.
And then it’s finished.
I never re-edit, just read back and correct a missing or misspelt word. Or maybe move around a sentence or two.
It’s all over then. The pressure change that became a storm, that wore itself out with a lightning climax. It’s all calm again until the next pressure change comes.
It took knowing I was writing this post to actually analyse my creative process. I hadn’t thought about how I did it before. I did observe a pressure change a few weeks ago when a friend asked me if I found it hard to write and I realised the answer was no. Then this post whirled slowly for a long time until I could name it today. My creative process feels like a meteorological event.