by Marie-Claude Bourque
Hi everyone.
Today we have author Tracy Madison at Musetracks. Her latest magical romance A BREATH OF MAGIC releases tomorrow with Dorchester publishing (congratulation Tracy!) Today she talks about creativity and how life’s hurdle can seriously affect our creativity and will give away a copy of A BREATH OF MAGIC to a lucky commenter!
The Want to Create
Creativity can be very, very fickle. This is a lesson I’ve learned in the past, but one in which I am now a graduate student of. Sometimes being productive is easy. Other times? Not so much.
Life events can halt creativity in its tracks. Whether we’re ill, extraordinarily busy, down in the dumps over some bad news, or over the moon from some good news, life can, does, and will rear in and stop our forward motion. Luckily, times like these pass. Life begins to find a normal rhythm again, and creativity returns.
Rejections can also suck that creativity away in a heartbeat. Before I was published, when I was going through the agent submission process, I’d received quite a few positive, glowing, highly personalized rejections. But guess what? At the end of the day, they were still a “No.” A few of these rejections hit way harder than all of the others. A few of these threw me for a big-old loop.
I stopped writing for a while, not too long in the scheme of things, but still a while. I stopped reading industry blogs. I stopped researching agents. I stopped creating. I stopped writing. I just didn’t have the heart at that time to push forward.
I have an awesome support system, and they were all there for me in one way or another. And the creativity once again returned and I returned to writing. It was in this time frame that I entered a few writing contests and had excellent feedback from the editor who would become my editor (not that I knew that then!), and all of this continued to keep the creative fires burning bright and my dreams alive.
But then, real life came calling again. This time in the form of an illness that had me in the hospital for a long while. When I came home, I didn’t feel even the slightest creative, at least so far as writing went. I focused on getting better, focused on the day-to-day activities of life, and that was about it. I was happy to be with my family. That, at the time, seemed like enough of a dream.
Though, of course, as I healed and grew stronger, my creative energy returned. Oddly, I’m not sure if I’d gotten to the point I’d missed it yet, but I was very grateful to begin writing again. And then, one day many months later, I received “The Call.” It was the best HEA ever, and I was sure I’d never fight my creative demons again. This was it. I was a writer.
Oh, was I wrong. So wrong. In the year-and-a-half that followed the sale, the economy took a swift downward turn, affecting my family to a large degree. My grandfather and then my aunt passed away. Other people close to me became ill. It was truly a difficult time in many different ways.
This impacted my creativity. So much so that writing my third contracted book, A BREATH OF MAGIC was incredibly hard. I fought for every word, for every scene. There were times that I was sure that the book would either never get written or that, if it did, it would be horrible.
I was no longer a writer, I was sure. Two books and I was done. I was positive that I was going to let everyone, including myself, down.
But I had a contract. I had an editor and an agent who believed in me. I had readers who were excited about the series e-mailing me. These things meant something to me. They meant a lot, and that meant I couldn’t give up, even if somewhere deep inside, I wanted to. So I sat at my computer every day and fought for the words. I struggled to find the story. I did everything I could to connect with my heroine, with the journey she needed to take, but still I struggled.
But each day that I sat down and wrote proved something to me–I am a writer. This is what I do. This is what I want to do. Slowly, way-too-slowly, the story began to come alive, and the words finally started coming easier. My editor was a huge help. I also owe a lot to my amazing critique partners for sticking with me, to my friends for standing beside me, and of course, to the readers, whose e-mails reminded me of how much this series means to them.
So I did it, with the help of everyone above and my own fair amount of stubbornness. And guess what? I am so proud of this book. I think it’s my strongest book yet. In a strange way, getting through this process, as difficult as it was, has given me something I wouldn’t have if the book had poured out of me. For that, I’m grateful.
Creativity–the want to create something–is fickle. Sometimes it’s there in huge, blossoming, beautiful ways that make every word you type a joy. But I’ve learned that even when it isn’t there, when the want to write has left me for whatever reason, that I can still create.
You can too.
Thank you for this Tracy. We definitely have moments where we just can’t keep going forward and wonder “Am I kidding myself? I can’t do this” It’s nice to be reminded that we can!
And everyone, you can visit Tracy at http://www.tracymadison.com to learn more about her writing and the month long contest she is running to celebrate her new release. Again don’t forget to comment for your chance to win.
Tell me, have you ever had moments where your creativity was just not there? How did you push forward?