They ask me “how do you live a creative life?”
I answer “you must always make the time.”
When I was a sophomore in high school, I begun to win awards for my writing, both named and anonymous. I decided in that year of flourish that I never wanted to depend on my writing to feed me, for some years may only yield famine. Now most of my time is devoted to my non-creative work, but it works for me. Long lapses of time, open for the taking of writing are oft wasted. Stolen moments create beauty. Balance, however, is always tipped. I’m both a highly creative and highly logical person. Energy from both sides of my brain must be released. Long work hours overflow into creative time, bottling up the energy inside until it combusts into frustrated exhaustion. Wasted energy spills over, watering the ground with untended ideas, my garden overgrows.