I live in a region known as Flash Flood Alley. Summer here is relentlessly hot and dry. Water usage is restricted, lawns turn brown, creeks dry up and our shallow soil cracks open. Relief comes — eventually — usually as a torrential downpour, dumping a lot of rain in a short period of time. That rain quickly turns into a wall of fast moving water with no regard for anything in its path.
I used to think the creative process was like a flash flood. Waiting out the dry spells. Waiting for inspiration to strike. It sounded so…artistic and kind of sexy. Like you’re this chosen being walking the Earth waiting for the gods to bestow greatness upon you. I was certainly not one of the chosen and I assumed I was destined to remain firmly placed in my left brain world.
Then on the pages of Turning Pro by Steven Pressfield I met the liberating truth: The “muse” rewards those who do the work.
I didn’t need to be chosen. I didn’t need to be labeled creative. I simply needed to do the work and trust that the rain would come. It was the permission I needed to expand, to push the boundaries of my self-imposed limits.
My Seeding Formula, in no particular order.
Your formula will look different from mine. But I bet you’ll discover, like I did, that you can set favorable conditions for inspiration, but all the input, processing, quieting your mind, moving your body is for nothing unless you sit and do the work.
Only in doing, drop by drop, do we find the flood of ideas.