Ideas That Blossom and Those That Don’t

It surprises me sometimes when I see the number of writing forums where people are offered prompts. Sometimes these prompts are offered to elicit pieces with a common theme. In that case, the writing is almost a creative Rorschach test. Outcomes are compared and we gain insight into the writers through their interpretation of the prompt.

Sometimes, however, prompts are offered because people lack ideas. The prospective authors need a little push, kindling to get the creative fires burning. This deficit of ideas perplexes me.

Where is the child who lacks ideas? That child does not exist. Children’s imaginations are so rich that sometimes they get lost in their imagined worlds. We may come upon them in a kind of reverie, as they entertain people, or creatures, who are invisible to us.

What happens to the child’s imagination? Does the child willingly leave it behind, or is it ‘schooled’ out of existence by parents, teachers and counselors?

It seems the effort to stultify imagination has increased in recent years. There’s no time for art, for music, for self-expression. These are trivial pursuits and are gradually being erased from school curricula.

Parents follow suit. They must prepare their children for the ‘real’ world: math, technology, science, computers. These will be the tools necessary for survival in the modern economy.

But there is something overlooked. Each of these fields is fueled by ideas. The leaders in these fields will be creatives, those who can imagine what others cannot see. The Einsteins, the Curies and the Pasteurs worked hard, but they imagined horizons beyond those that already existed.

As we prepare our children to lead rich lives and to become leaders–innovators–in society, we must not train them to be drones. They should not think of themselves as filling a mold, but as, perhaps creating a new form.

I don’t think the fire of inspiration–imagination–dies a natural death. I don’t think people, as a matter of course and a reflection of maturity, run out of ideas. I think this wonderful gift is ‘trained’ out of them.

Perhaps, if we find ourselves in need of prompts, we might retrain our minds. We might spend time doing nothing but thinking and imagining. If we give our minds a chance, we might be able to reawaken the child in each of us.

A Brilliant Essay About Romantic Love

Today’s post isn’t about me. It’s about one of the most thoughtful bloggers on Steemit: @abigail-dantes. Or, rather, it is about a post she published today: The Romantic Love Delusion.

Which one of us hasn’t wondered why we are attracted to someone. Why we decide to join our fates to another. Few decisions have a greater impact on our lives, and yet, we really don’t understand this one. In her blog today, @abigail-dantes applies her considerable knowledge and insight to this universal question: why do we love one and not another?

I won’t attempt to summarize her essay. I will say that she refers not only to modern psychologists, but also to Plato. For you see, this is not a puzzle for today. It is a puzzle for the ages. Perhaps Plato, thousands of years ago, had as much insight as all the scientists writing on the subject currently.

I recommend this essay. For me, it provided many moments of contemplation. But then, @abigail-dantes always has that effect on me. Be careful if you sample her writing. It can be addictive.

If you check out @abigail-dantes’ blog on Steemit, you can catch up on all her old posts. These are available on the blockchain for anyone to read.

The Blank Page

I just opened a new text file. The idea for a book has taken hold. The blank page invites me to express that idea. Oh, this is daunting. What writer has not faced that blank page with dread. And then I realize…that blank page is freedom. Nothing will be there unless I write it.

So, how to start a book without freezing at the prospect of creating something from nothing? Remember I have the freedom to do whatever I want with the page. There are no rules, except those I apply. No expectations, except my own. And failure? I am the only judge, because it is my page, my idea.

If I fail myself, my expectations, I can erase the page. So, why not start? Why not go forward on this adventure, which can lead anywhere I choose.

Poof! There goes writer’s block. You are welcome to borrow my self-talk, if it helps.

I’ll report back and let you know how things are going.