On working hard, to keep that inspiration coming to you, translated… I went to a lecture of the writer, Ke-Hsiang Liu a short while ago, he’d described the lows in his creativity nature as “As you’d lost your soul, there’s, nothing you can do”, it’d impacted me, YES! It’s exactly like that, the emptiness, the helplessness, and draining of the energies.
My very first “creativity trial, was how I’d needed to, reply back to the complaints of the customers’ in the customer call center. As the manager of the customer service center, faced with those angry customers, it was, naturally quite difficult, for me, to remain calm and reason with them, and so, in the shortest time, I’d called them back, and apologized, and as the customers’ feelings smoothed back down, then, I’d written them back, on how I believe the matters should be, handled.
inspirations come when you’re alone…not my silhouette…
At first, I’d only did this as a part of my work responsibilities, that I’d needed to do it, then, I’d changed a thought, in this era where people are farther and farther away, and more detached than ever with one another, they’d still taken the time from their days, to tell you what you needed to improve, if that’s not having the heart, then, what would be? And so, I’d treated every complaint as a sort of a kind reminder, and started writing my customers back with my heart, and slowly, the complaints were, reduced, and, the reputation of my company stayed good, and, what was out of my expectations was, writing the customers back became, what I drew from as I’d started writing.
After I retired, I’d gone back to school, and involved myself in a life writing course, and in the encouragement of the instructor, I’d, started writing. Sometimes, the words would overflow out of me endlessly, I didn’t need any help, putting pen to paper; but most times, my thoughts drained dry, and, I’d watched that cursor on my computer, blinking on and off, and yet, still had difficulties, writing out three lines, and yet, as the deadline pressed on, I’d sighed about how my muse was so hard to control.
Once I’d gone to the lecture of the illustrated books, Cups Lin, she’d showed a photo of the American director, actor, Woody Allen, with a dog leash in his hand, full of facial expressions said, “I have ants as pets.”
Being influenced by Woody Allen, Cups Lin wrote a cute poem, “Rope”: “If I can have a Long Long Rope/Can I Walk the Moon? If There’s a Really, Really Thick Rope/Can I Walk an Elephant?” as well as in “Secret Games”: “There’s a Floor Full of Sesame Underneath the Chairs, I’d Bent Over, Picked Them Up, the Sesames Started Moving Around. Oh, They Were, Ants, Pretending to Be, Sesames………”, I’d finally understood, that creativity is nothing more than “changing a thought, and expressing that thought differently”, a game of imagination?
something like this, maybe??? Not my artwork…
As I’d become too anxious, having a hard time coming up with the words, the things I’d endured through my over fifty years of life flashed inside my mind, and at the same time, it’d, set up the multiple clues of writing I can take from; the findings on my trips, financial planning and me, the funny and stupid things I’d done as a child, all you need to know about customer service, the crazy volunteer, etc., etc., etc., almost all my stories had great beginnings, and yet, there’s not much I can go from then. I’d understood, that writing is like sewing, but why did I always, come up, empty?
Nobody can compel you, unless it’s you. Ke-Hsiang Liu said he’d taken the challenges of being on the board of trustees of the Central Agencies, that it was, “at the lowest of my writing career, I’d gone and do something I wouldn’t want to do the most”. And naturally, that’s not what would happen to me; but the experiences of the writer, Dzi Fang started from “the smaller story writing, writing being a process of accumulations”, I can borrow from her. I’d told myself, that I shouldn’t get discouraged at the low times of my own writing, so long as I continued reading and writing, I will eventually, have good materials to write about one day.
This, is on the ability to find inspiration in every day life, and it’s really hard, because, this, is all your days are made of, going to work in the morning, take your lunch breaks, return back to work, clocking out, and getting in that AWFUL afternoon rush to get back home again, but, there must be something worth noting in this grueling grind of the day to day, it’s just, whether or not, you’d taken that observant nature of yours and notice it or not!