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You Will Always Be Creative

This post really resonates with me this month, so I’m sharing it again.

Recently, an old friend wrote to say that he feared his days as a writer were nearly done. It wasn’t only that for the first time in many years he was not participating in NaNoWriMo. Reflecting over the year that was ending, he realized that “Other than a few short stories, this has been a year without writing.” He’d done some blogging, plus editing and compiling of past work, but compared with previous years, this one was unproductive. He wrote, “I know for most writers there’s a point when you shut down and you stop writing. I have so much more I want to accomplish. I wonder if the shutdown is in progress, and how much time I have.”

I realized that others might want–or need–to read my response to his fears. So here it is, revised and expanded to speak to all of us who are blessed with the gift of creativity.

It will always be a part of you.

You will always be a writer. Or an illustrator. Or a poet, singer, actor, painter, dancer, musician, inventor, sculptor, comedian or performance artist. However your creativity expresses itself, it will always be with you, because it is part of you. It may lie dormant for months, years, or even a couple of decades. Your creativity may be channeled into your work, into earning degrees and credentials, raising children, into volunteering for any number of causes. You may choose to ignore it until it recedes into the background. But it will never die until you do. Very few of us will be fortunate enough to have our creative works enjoy a wide audience or outlive our physical death—but that doesn’t change who we are.

I’ve been struck, reading the stories of creative people, at how early we express our gifts. Ask a question like, “When did you start writing (or drawing / acting / singing)?” and most of the time the answer includes a childhood memory of telling stories even before we could write, of scrawling stories on paper or tapping them into a computer as soon as we learned how. Artists remember sketching on every available surface using any available medium. Young singers raised their voices without even realizing it, sometimes at the wrong time. Performers gathered family, friends, or even stuffed animals for an audience.

Demands pile up as we grow. Creative writing assignments in school give way to critical reviews of classic literature from the syllabus. There are high school activities, teams to play on, applications for colleges and for jobs. We may choose a path that will nurture our creative gifts—or one that has a greater chance of supporting us, or even one that we are equally passionate about but is not creative in a traditional sense. We establish careers, businesses, homes, communities, famlies. Then there may be children to raise, aging relatives to care for, bills to pay, decisions to make, cars to fix, taxes to file—and, as my writer friend also experienced this year, funerals to attend, loved ones to grieve, and estates to settle. For these reasons and hundreds more you may set aside your gift, by choice or by chance, for long stretches of your life.

But at some point when you have the mental space, when you have the time in your schedule, when the tide of urgent demands recedes and your emotional, spiritual, and creative energies recharge, you’ll write again. An idea will arrive, in whatever way it does for you. Give it room. Nurture it. Let yourself go with it. Feel the joy. The next thing you know two hours will slip by and a couple of thousand words will be there, or a sketch, or some music. You might wonder, “Wow, where did that come from?” It’s always been there, hidden inside you—you just had to let it shine.

Here’s what I do NOT believe: “I know for most writers there’s a point when you shut down and you stop writing.” Barring illness or incapacity, I don’t know of any examples of this, certainly not enough to use the word most. If you know of any examples, please don’t share them. I don’t want to know.

But if you have examples of personal creativity rising again, and ideas of how to nurture the creative drive when it re-asserts itself, please share them here. And if you know others who might appreciate some reassurance that creativity is an essential part of who they are, please share this post with them.

UPDATE: This was originally published December, 2013. A couple of months ago I FINALLY got so fed up with putting work first that I started carving 45 minutes a day for my own writing out of my overly-demanding work week. It’s so worth it! Like a daily vacation for my mind.


  1. Great post! This is a wonderful reminder, Marianne! Creativity is an essential part of us. A busy life took over for a while but a few years ago, I decided to nurture that creative drive and train to become a voice actor. I now narrate children’s book trailers and audiobooks and love every minute of it!! My love of children’s literature and performing are all wrapped up into one fun job!! 🙂

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  2. Marianne, I’m so glad you reposted this wonderful blog from Christopher Peter. It brought tears to my eyes to read the 2013 comment from Liz LeSavoy, my dear friend and critique partner, who passed away last October. It shows that there’s no time like the present to own your creativity and do what makes your heart sing. Writing has always been a passion for me, as has music ( piano and oboe). After peaks and valleys in my writing career, I find myself newly determined and coincidentally picking up my oboe for the first time in over 25 years. Perhaps, for me anyway, one form of creativity begets another.


    1. Laura, glad you enjoyed it. (Christopher reblogged it from me, not the other way around.) I also was touched re-reading Liz’s comment before I reposted it.

      I’ve noticed that different forms of creativity feed each other in my own life, too. Good luck with the oboe, and with your writing, of course.


  3. Really enjoyed this. I agree, core of who we are never goes away. I was always an English major buy played clarinet through elementary, junior and senior high and college. Every time I go see an orchestra I sit a little taller, tap my foot and dream of the days. The creative in us demands a voice, it is the reason we breathe.

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  4. It’s so hard to make room for creativity to come to the surface. It’s no surprise that it comes pouring out when life changes or slows.


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