Month: February 2016

Elusive Creativity, Valentine’s Day

I think about creativity, or more often, the lack thereof, all the time.  Especially because it is a thing that I desperately want in spades and that I’m desperately afraid I don’t have in any really good way.  I mostly think I have some creativity, but it’s the mediocre kind at best.  But I have also not given up on the idea that I’ve got it, buried somewhere.  I just have to keep trying to find it. One of the things I keep remembering is painting in kindergarten.  I was bored in kindergarten, nothing but the resident parakeet holding any interest for me.  I remember a play ironing board — that was supposed to be fun, really??  And big wooden blocks and the cardboard kind that are painted to look like brightly-colored bricks.  All I remember is being bored and watching the other children and wondering at their seeming total engagement.  What I thought, every day, was that I was different, and in the wrong way.  And then there was painting.  Big sheets of white …