Who killed Creativity?

The other night I went to a Poetry Slam in a cosy little venue here in Aberdeen, the Blue Lamp. It was  an event organised in collaboration by the university's Feminist-, LQBTQIA+ and Creative Writing Societies. I was completely in awe by all the talent and bravery of the people stood on that stage. Still the next afternoon I was buzzing with the energy from the event.

But already at the event, a voice in the back of my head was like "why do you never to these kinds of things anymore?"


 Not that I was ever a poetry slammer, but I rarely feel that FLOW of creativity as I remember from a few years ago. Writing haikus, writing short stories, cutting and pasting, my fingers covered in a thin film of dried glue, always carrying my DSLR along as extra weight in my backpack.

The past days I have been thinking about what it may be that has interrupted me, or my creativity. The things that sprung into my mind were my depressive episode or perhaps how I am somewhat lost in translation; constantly between two languages (three now even), or perhaps my creative process simply looks different nowadays?



But the most apparent reason, and one I often find myself debating with my friends, is that of all the fast-paced distractions we find ourselves in the middle of. This hurricane of technologies that has increased at such rapid speed in only a few years time. Now it is more common to have a laptop than a desktop computer and we bring our devices (or distractions) with us wherever. Take this from the girl who finds spending a few minutes on the loo a drag were she to forget to bring her phone.

There are so many fewer pauses. Darn it, there are hardly any pauses at all. Remember as a kid, how if there was nothing to do that was never really a problem, you would simply make something up. Not mindlessly scroll down the facebook-feed with a dead look in your eyes.



I need to create more spaces. More pauses.

What are your ideas on this? Do you have any tricks to keep creativity flowing?