OK, so a relatively pessimistic thread title, but I'm feeling that way out.
I remember feeling like I was a pretty creative person once. I played in bands with some success, turned down a couple of major label record deals, used to write out of habit, felt like my close friends expected something spectacular to emerge from me at some point. Never happened.
I feel like I've spent the last ten years (literally) doing nothing of worth. It's ten years since I exhibited anything creative, put anything in the public domain. This year I've started re-collecting enough musical equipment to experiment again with songwriting and arranging, but I doubt I'll ever be able to sit down and dedicate myself to it properly despite spending thousands on the gear I always wished I'd had when I was active as a musician.
I've also been writing daily for about a year, but it's all very private and I'm sort-of ashamed about it. I did publish a popular "blog" a few years ago before the term was coined (and wrote the software to drive it because there wasn't any available) but now I don't feel like I write anything worth publishing.
I feel like, gradually, computer games and internet forums have dragged me into a state where - once the working day is done - all my free time is too easily consumed by repetitive pleasure-seeking (although most games these days are far from compelling, I still manage to waste my time with them), and/or pointless argument. And I think these distractions, over a prolonged period, have actually made me less functional as a creative force.
Am I just getting old?
Does anyone else feel like they've fallen into the same trap?
Yours frustrated,
Kev.
Edit: Anyone else find they hide windows containing anything they've created from spouses/significant others if they suddenly enter the room unexpectedly? It's not like I'm looking at porn!
I remember feeling like I was a pretty creative person once. I played in bands with some success, turned down a couple of major label record deals, used to write out of habit, felt like my close friends expected something spectacular to emerge from me at some point. Never happened.
I feel like I've spent the last ten years (literally) doing nothing of worth. It's ten years since I exhibited anything creative, put anything in the public domain. This year I've started re-collecting enough musical equipment to experiment again with songwriting and arranging, but I doubt I'll ever be able to sit down and dedicate myself to it properly despite spending thousands on the gear I always wished I'd had when I was active as a musician.
I've also been writing daily for about a year, but it's all very private and I'm sort-of ashamed about it. I did publish a popular "blog" a few years ago before the term was coined (and wrote the software to drive it because there wasn't any available) but now I don't feel like I write anything worth publishing.
I feel like, gradually, computer games and internet forums have dragged me into a state where - once the working day is done - all my free time is too easily consumed by repetitive pleasure-seeking (although most games these days are far from compelling, I still manage to waste my time with them), and/or pointless argument. And I think these distractions, over a prolonged period, have actually made me less functional as a creative force.
Am I just getting old?
Does anyone else feel like they've fallen into the same trap?
Yours frustrated,
Kev.
Edit: Anyone else find they hide windows containing anything they've created from spouses/significant others if they suddenly enter the room unexpectedly? It's not like I'm looking at porn!