Thoughts on Creative Block
When I returned to my family's home in Southern Oregon for a few weeks stay, I was wary of the effects that familiar comfort can have on one's motivation. I knew that the excitement and fire that filled my every waking moment while on the road could easily dwindle to a slow burn once I was surrounded by my childhood town and a life void of the daily challenges on the road.
Traveling is a constant stream of new stimulus and experiences, and as such it is the perfect tool to keep your mind constantly inspired. The ceaseless influx of new and exciting people and places creates a steady outflow of equally exciting ideas and concepts, and as an artist I find myself with more inspiration than I rightly know what to do with when I'm on the road.
However, as a creative it is essential to know how to maintain certain levels of excitement and inspiration even when you are not seeing new and incredible things on a regular basis, so I embraced the momentary stagnation of homecoming wholeheartedly, with a preemptive awareness of its existence and a strong determination to turn it to my advantage.
That determination lasted about 3 days.
Almost immediately, the mild depression of the end of a road trip paired with coming back and living with my family (all of whom I greatly love and cherish) had swamped me in a stupor of ill humor and frustration. I knew that there where endless possibilities of things I could be creating and working on, but I simply didn't want to. I didn't want to write or draw or go anywhere or do anything, and as a freelancer, I didn't have to. It was a gloomy pit of self indulgent moroseness and sloth, and one which I have only just managed to drag myself out of.
Sometimes you just gotta buck up and do your laundry, clean your room, charge your batteries, and get the fuck to work again.