Regular readers of this blog have no doubt noticed that I haven’t been extremely verbose recently. In fact, outside of my twitter one liners, I haven’t really been in much of a creative writing mood. This could be for any number of reasons, things haven’t exactly been a picnic in my life recently. (Although as my grandmother used to say, “Nothing is so bad it that it couldn’t get a little worse.”) Still, it got me thinking about the fickle nature of (my, anyway) creativity. I don’t have a huge degree of control over when it comes and goes, and I have noticed that it is uneven in the many areas of my life. For example, I have had a fairly creative streak recently with regard to a couple of web projects, even as my creative writing output has dwindled. The quality of my twitter one liners is always mixed, sometimes brilliant, sometimes awful (such is the nature of status updates and off-the-cuff announcements. But I never have and never will tweet about going to the toilet, so you may take some small comfort in that). So often, I pull up a blank blog post and stare at the screen with nothing to say, and I ask myself if I really need to. Why write if I am not in the mood to do so? I know that the mere act of forcing myself to write with regularity improves the quality and kind of my output, even if individual posts are nothing special. On the other hand, who is this blog written for? It is not like I make any money off of it. I do it to communicate about ideas that matter to me. I do it to publicly work out certain ideas and get some feedback. Why force myself to put something out there if I really just don’t feel like it? All kinds of things affect our creativity, and there are all kinds of things we can do to stimulate it. Fascination is everywhere around us if we only look. But sometimes it is hard to see. So take this one as me forcing myself to get back up on a horse I haven’t been riding very much recently.