Creativity tapped me on the shoulder and told me a story about itself and where it’s at.
If I were to personify my fiction series, it would be a maiden sitting with me at the fire, inviting me to engage in a conversation to just sit quiet and listen. It has things to teach me. More than just grammar and punctuation these days.
I have attempted to approach the fire many a time, only to be greeted by strangers who are looking to take her story instead. Too many onlookers. Too many thieves in the woods trying to gather what does not belong to them.
She’s been in hiding…afraid to whisper the secrets of the story to come.
Sometimes she comes in bursts of song and she embraces me with this beauty and unfolds and unfurls and I have to get her voice onto the page as soon as possible…
She whispered to me today, “I’ve been scared of coming out. I’ve been scared of sharing my voice right now. I’ve been scared of what would happen if I open up and too many people with these prying hands- what they will do to me. I feel the world will tear me apart if it’s not just you and I in this moment. Can it be just you and I in this moment so I can tell you my secrets instead of the rest of the world?”
What do you say in return when your creativity runs shy into hiding? “Please come out! There are people waiting!”
Probably the same ones she might be terrified of.