I’ve always loved this quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and not just for the image of a monster wriggling out of a tiny brain.
Modern life is rigid in many ways. School and work train us to believe that consistency should be valued and striven after. For many modern creators, the internet and its algorithms reward consistency. But we’re not robots, and consistency is often the enemy of creativity. The human brain is a creativity machine, but it needs constant stimulus and surprise as grist for the mill.
One of the things I’ve been consistent about over the last few years is this blog. Granted, I don’t always stick to a tight schedule, but over more than four hundred posts, I’ve rarely gone more than a week or two between posting. I’m happy about that, but I do wonder if it’s a bit of “foolish consistency”.
Life has been busy lately, and one of the results of that has been a sparseness and lack of variety here on the blog. So, I decided to take a little writing break. In that time, I moved to a new house and sorted out some of those dull real-life things that need doing.
Now I’m back, refreshed, with some new ideas. I’m currently on a much-needed vacation at the lake—the perfect time to write. I’ll be catching up on my short story submissions, and I may have some table-top content coming up in the not too distant future.
For now, here’s the peaceful panorama from the shore.
Words Deferred 